overtake it all · claim howl

When Tezcacoatl called, Mana was just about to cross the borders, her mind on a herd she'd been tracking. Her ears swiveled and she paused, stock still, lips turning down and lifting slightly. She considered a long moment, at first fully intending to remain scornfully silent. Enabling him in what she saw as pure cowardice was hypocrisy at its worst, but at length, she knew she had little choice in the matter. Sometimes the mission required time, patience, and other things the warrior was awful with. But a true warrior did not run from ghosts or fears - they faced them with jaws open. Tezca had fallen in her eyes, perhaps irreparably. He did not deserve his mother's esteem. Damn them all for a mother's biased eye.

Finally, grimacing, she lifted her head and sang out, belatedly joining the call. She would need to converse with Xiuhcoatl, and soon. A seed that had taken root within her needed reckoning, though whether to sprout or struck down had yet to be determined.