Big Salmon Lake Blood stutter

im so sad

peregrine responded with ire, and taltos burned with his own as the man spoke. he did not remove junior from an unknown assailant -- they were not one and the same, and his ears fell back to cup his skull as the other's words gained gravelled wrath. "i would slay them, peregrine, and this you know well! but i would not murder one of my children. i would not be in the position you find yourself, for i would not turn my former litter against my second. i do not fault you for attacking junior, i hold you responsible for her unnecessary murder."

"the attack upon your child is upon your own head. you abandoned the plateau, suddenly, abruptly. you removed yourself far from your children and placed the responsibility of maintaining a familial relationship upon them. junior took the brunt of it -- she was deeply troubled. i do not fault her for finding your new brood as usurpers, for that is what you did; you pitted the children of hawkeye and kisu and pied against those of fox."

his eyes burned and his teeth flashed in a snarl; lasher was past all care, and trembled with the deepening urge to rip a rent in peregrine's throat. "you are a murderer; i shall not mince words with you! junior was not an unknown attacker who sought the life of your child, peregrine, and that is why i do not see her as deserving of death."

his tail lashed catlike at his heels; a growl rose in his throat. "many wolves have you at your service; she walked into your midst. what true threat had a thin, scarred bantling posed unto you? beaten her, yes. rent her flesh unto the point of death; thrown her from your borders. but let her live! she was your blood, your child, and the one to whom the reins of the plateau's leadership would have been passed, had you remained and not run in hot pursuit of a girl barely older than a suckling child."

his lips thinned into a grim line. "my words stand firm. you will reap the consequences of your actions, peregrine. whatever justice you believed you meted to junior will fall twofold to you. that is the way of things. you have cut your last tie with the family you maintain at the plateau, and may you dare not drift close unto us if you value your life."

he tensed, hackles fully raised now; he would defend his words with tooth and nail if peregrine saw the need to lash out. murkwater eyes burned stolidly, silently, into the emerald orbs he had once loved.