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Requiem was utterly confused. In what felt like a matter of hours, his entire life had been turned around and his place in the world had been redefined as something he would have never dreamed imaginable. He had been claimed, dragged into a new pack and forced to bear one of their lowest ranks, those befitting of a servant with little to no freedom for himself. It had been a humbling blow, but not nearly so humbling as realizing the one whose service he had been dragged into had been none other than the red woman who held such sway over his mind.
She had never confirmed for him that she was indeed some great being with relations to the divine power that he believed in and worshiped, but neither had the assumptions been disproved. He almost thought she liked the mystery leaving things open ended meant and reveled in the power that holding it over his head enabled her, though really she hardly needed to use cunning in order to make that happen. With the connection already made, Requiem felt that to earn her favor was to earn the divine's as well, and even though he had been stripped of everything - his rank, his home, his family, his freedom - he desperately wanted to prove himself, to gain her respect if nothing more.
The only problem with his seemingly fool proof plan was that he had no idea where to even begin. What would have impressed the young red wolf most? Strength? Bravery? Cunning? His brows were drawn down over his teal-green eyes, confusion set into every soft angle of his face. With his head lowered, as befit his new station but also weighed down by his current predicament, Requiem walked about his new home, treading through forests that housed a noisy river nearby. What was he to do? Was there anyone within this cold, unforgiving place who might take pity on him and help him win back the favor of the empress, of the divine power who spoke through her? Sighing to himself as he continued to trudge along, the brown youth was unsure.
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