Rhaegara could not help but chuckle at her daughter’s reaction. Being a queen was a lot of responsibility, and one Rhaegara had shouldered training for from a young age. It was part of the reason she was content to be a guardian and mother in the Chasm, and she had no desire to lead herself. That had never been her. For a time, she thought it might have been… but it had been foolish ambition instead.
The question fell once more, and her eyes softened. “Not every wolf minds Ymir’s teachings, no matter how hard we try.” It was a complicated lesson to teach her pacifistic daughter. “Some wolves want to take advantage of the kindness that Ymir instilled in other, and sometimes the only way to get across to them is to fight.” All of her questions were complicated, so Rhaegara took them one at a time.
“One of the men who abused Ymir’s teachings was my best friend’s dad.” She explained. “He wanted to be king… and so he fought my dad and my mom… they joined the skywalkers… I think my brother and sister might have to… I do not know; I lost them when I ran. I was trained how to fight, but I was no match for a full grown wolf like that.” She had barely been a yearling, after all.