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*Valeriya* · 09-05-2014, 08:04 AM

To find another wolf bearing the markings of Old Ebony nobility was startling, but less of a shock than it had been originally. Even in the poor light her mask shone, and Valeriya drew in a deep breath before heeding the fae's call. She sounded... desolate. It was a hrd thing, hearing another wolf that seemed so broken. Especially one Valeriya knew most likely shared her blood. The young Queen came forward at a trot, stopping a dozen or so lengths away and raising a brow. "Have you come with the others, then?" Her voice was warm but quiet. She did not know what trauma this woman might have faced, and did not wish to startle her. A cloud passed from the face of the moon and with better illumination Valeriya saw that her coloring was much like her own. "I am Valeriya," she would begin gently, "Firstborn daughter of Raisa Xanilov." The rest would follow naturally, Val hoped. This woman's name and her lineage, why she had come and whence from. Valeriya would sit down and wait patiently, reluctant to press or nag the fae who had approached her borders. She knew it would come with time.

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