NEVA POV
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I was feeding Ren when Corva came back.
Not the polite way — through the front. Through the gate, announced, expected. She simply appeared in the compound yard the way certain people appeared in spaces, like the space had been waiting for them and had finally stopped waiting.
I saw her from the window.
My wolf went from *mild maternal chaos* to *complete stillness* in approximately the time it took me to register who I was looking at. Not the alert stillness. Not the focused stillness. The *reverence* stillness, which I still had no framework for and was increasingly concerned about.
I looked at my wolf internally. *What is that.*
She didn't answer.
*You always have an answer.*
*She's lineage,* my wolf said. Same as last time. Like that explained it.
*You said that b
