[she doesn't know that the world is turning just for her]

skill: [none]

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Elk do not belong to any one nation.

He seemed so certain – but these times were dire. Euphemia had read the history books, knew of wars and their causes and their widespread aftermath. She knew why packs existed, and it was solely because they were stronger together than they were separate. Somehow, such generosity did not extend from pack to pack, although Euphemia of Dawnbreak had seemed to forge quite a friendship with Iglux of Saatsine. If in the dredges of winter, at the worst depths of the plagued, when the lands were poisoned and the prey did not number plentiful,

She doubted the two packs would share.

Nottin asked if she agreed, and Euphemia weighed the question carefully in the balance scale of her heart, and spoke the answer in her mind a few times before uttering it aloud. I agree, but… she breathed, whispering her every word, lest she alert the herb of ungulates of their position. She thought of the hunt that she and Iglux had proposed; the two packs coming together as one. The fallen prey, a gift from Saatsine.

Do they agree?

One could not give something as a gift, if they did not already consider it theirs.

Though it made her heart skip, she nodded and silently agreed to his offer of a hunt. She was nervous for all of the roiling emotions their conversation was bringing up, but she was also a bit worried of the physical exertions to come. Though Euphemia had tried, she had never killed something as big as a caribou. She was better suited for birds and smaller game, but who was she to deny her duties when the Pillar of Courage called her to task?

Euphemia turned her pale visage to the herbs, glancing through the sprigs of underbrush, attempting to find the specimen who must endure her hunting lessons by sacrificing its own corporeal body.

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