Role

Chapter 5

Unlike before, so many wanted to talk, to pry words from her these
days. Some level of infamy, perhaps. Then again, she had agreed to the
whispered suggestions of the dark Ancients, to be their voice...
Luckily, those looking for her attention were not the irritating
Sunwarden's ilk. Almost always rather talking about dreaming and such,
instead of hunting. At least some of them showed some hunter's spirit,
even if they needlessly restrained themselves.

Then, there were some which she would have preferred to have hunting
at her side, but were not looking for the Ancients' blessings... some
of her own kin. Even though she had faced many as enemies for one
reason or another, they still were always above being mere prey. One,
actually, asked her why. If he needed to ask, then there was no point
in wasting words trying to explain something that was just... right.
Still, even if it was somewhat disappointing they did not see things
her way, other felar would have her respect... at least to some
degree.