KeldaKelda was raised in the kind of place that didn’t bother naming its dead. Just dug the holes and moved on. She didn’t come to the Silver Fangs with big ideas. No vow, no revenge, no righteous purpose. Just a blade, a steady hand, and a habit of showing up where no one asked her to be — and walking away with the job done anyway. She’s young, sure. But that only makes the silence around her heavier. She’s not shy nor cold. Just... unfinished. Like something still being forged. There's a bite to her that hasn’t found its edge yet, and the others are smart enough not to test what happens when it does. Uther lets her stay. That’s all anyone needs to know. |
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