Titan-øye 🗝

🗝 Titan-øye 🗝
mentor - flesh and blood

« The permafrost hardens you. »

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Don't think it's all fur - this unusually large she-wolf has steely muscles, hardened by years of hunting on harsh glaciers and in the spacious tundra. Even in her advanced years, she will give odds to any hunter in his prime. Her nose senses her prey from many miles away, her eyes will not allow the pray to hide, and her strong paws will not allow even the most nimble hare to escape from sharp fangs.
She is cold-blooded and reasonable, stern and prudent - a born leader. But her heart is given to the hunt - «I'll give anything so that my last path will be chasing a hare.»
Rarely did her hunters return empty-handed. However, she often lost the final bite to other wolves, as she was more attracted to the role of the chaser - she knew the hunting grounds well and could drive the prey for as long as it took for it to be in the teeth of the finisher. And, of course, she trusted the wolves, who gladly gained experience from her.

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The years have taken their toll, and although she is still happy to once again drive the hare, she no longer ventures into the icy expanses as often as before. But she chose another occupation for herself - now she teaches the puppies everything she knows. And those, in turn, experience admiration when communicating with a she-wolf, about which there are so many exciting stories in the pack.
So it suddenly happened that the she-wolf, so devoted to her pack, suddenly left it? Well, bad things happen. Or rather, even a series of bad things.
Lack of prey in the hunting grounds, weather conditions, epidemics, attacks from other packs... Everything fell as if at once, as if the gods decided to curse her native pack. And so, after less than one generation, a strong and numerous pack turned into a small bunch of wolves. The huge castle collapsed to the very foundation, old and shattered. And everyone understood that in this way they would not survive. No more.
So now she's here. And let's hope that the series of misfortunes in her life is over. Enough trials for her.

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« - I saw them. Huge, white giants that can destroy the lives of three young wolves under one paw. They ran as fast as no hare runs. And they howled as loudly as one pack could not howl with one voice. But I couldn't have missed the prey, not at that moment - and I wouldn't have missed if one of these giants hadn't hit me with its paw.
- Great White Giants. That's what we call them. My mother was a hunter, but she never got as close to them as you do. She told me that it's impossible.
- Well, she wanted to keep you safe.
- But you managed to catch up with them, at least for a little while. »

The gray wolf fell silent and looked down at her paws. She looked tense - one would think that she was remembering the mighty snowy paws of giants and the terrifying howl.
Finally, she looked up at Rømling.

« - You too can catch up with them, young leader. You have the strength to do it, and behind you is a mighty pack that trusts you. The permafrost hardened you. ...Let me stay with your pack if this is my chance to hear them howl again or catch even one more hare.»

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