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Thorn. My godmother, who is also an elder of the pack has arrived and I cannot even begin to think straight. I haven’t seen Delilah ever since the game and I am quite worried. The moment I heard the news of her arrival, I could tell that it was going to be a different world and we would have to walk on egg shells around her. Rose’s face is etched with lines of skepticism, and her thin lips are already curled into a disdainful half-smile as we wait for her at the front door. In the pack house, everything has to meet her exacting standards. Her brows are often furrowed, and her eyes narrow with a scrutinizing intensity as she dissects the minutiae of the world around her. As always, she has a keen eye for detail and is quick to point out even the tiniest of flaws. “Thorn! My godson, look