Frostfire Ridge I hate the bus

Whether they agreed with her strong opinions of the matter or not was not what mattered. What mattered here, was that they were in agreement that this wolf, this Tyrr or whatever he decided to call himself, was not suited for the Rise. Citali didn't want him anywhere close. The wolves there did not need to see the Queen soften further and weaken the will of their fellow females. Their culture was outstanding and sound. It did not need further upheaval.

Still, Citali doubted whether or not it would be worth her eventual return. If the Queen was already losing herself to her doting memory of a son, she was uncertain as to how long the Rise would last before it crumbled beneath such radical ideals. That, and it didn't help that she was a terrible traveller. She and Nochtli both had taken forever in finding this place. Even with Manauia's guidance, she was uncertain as to whether she had the will or desire to make it back.

Even so... "I will not be here when you return," she spoke, admitting her thoughts out loud. "I can not live beneath a male." Better a lone wolf than to humiliate herself further. "And these lands are insufferable." She hated this place. Truthfully. In her roaming she'd seen far better locations. That he chose this Ridge was just further proof to her of his inadequacy.

"What of you? Will you continue to support him?" She'd been here the longest. So long that she'd perhaps forgotten their ideals and their vision of what society was supposed to look like.