Merame Terasu.  And 'Terasu' put her in Lookshy, according to Samea, but then she could be lying even still, adorable as she was.  Her father was spot on; the Shieldmaiden would be<em>her</em>property, though she was no slave by rule of law and tradition.  To harm her would be to harm Yifa herself, and that would be absolutely suicidal... they would respect her too, for that matter, for a Shieldmaiden was a position of respect amongst the Icewalkers.<br/><br/>Her father personally checked her out, all over, all the important bits... Yifa bit her lip, knowing that she too would be privy to all that.  Perhaps she'd share her with her father later, as a show of respect, and a bonding moment for the two - well, three perhaps - of them.  But first things first: the Vow, which went swimmingly, even her own participation as the 'Oathholder', and then came the time of the Breaking of the Shield, which required a change in location, one that will make it clear to all that this woman was now her Shieldmaiden...<br/><br/>"Yes, come Merame." she said, a bit like talking to a pet at the moment, tugging the 'leash' "We'll be heading out here now again; this next part requires a small audience... or a large one as it may well be by now..."<br/><br/>Out of the tent, tugging her along, she let her stay in close once more if she so chose; that would change soon enough after all.  Once she was in a large, central area between the tents, then she would stop, glance around, and make an announcement...<br/><br/>"This woman has taken the Vow of the Shieldbearer!" she said, smiling proudly as she made her announcement, still in her War Form for the deep power to her voice "It is time now that the Oathholder, myself, shall Break the Shield!  She shall demonstrate her submission in full, her service more fully, and you shall bare witness to the Breaking!"<br/><br/>With that, she would remove the leash, still holding her firmly with a hand wrapped fully around a bicep, to hold her... just in case.<br/><br/>"I suggest you cooperate and do as I say..." she muttered, softly, or as soft as she could manage as her lower body began to shift, fur dropping down at her grown, forming into a pair of testes in a furry sack, and a long, fleshy length protruding from a new sheath... though luckily the cock looked fairly human still, all things considered "This is a key part of the tradition, practiced for ages... kneel, hands and knees."