Frostfire Ridge It's a start...

Oh this would be going absolutely no where and fast. It was becoming extremely evident why Nochtli grew tired of this and walked away from all of it. He was still only seeing one side of the scenario and not for a second did he care to put himself in their place and try to see through different eyes. "What were we to do? We set off with but one purpose; to try to find the Tezcacoatl who'd vanished from us. And then we found you. The spitting image of him with no recollection of what he once was. Even Manauia was convinced you were still him as she'd been following you for some time. So we reconvened and decided as a group that we would humor you in this and hope your memories would return before this pack of yours became official. We'd never once dreamed you'd actually accomplish it and drag more unsuspecting numbers into your fold."

That was the bitter truth as she knew it. Their loyalty was an allegiance of their own. The females uniting not for this Tyrr to have a kingdom here, but for Tezcacoatl to regain his memories, realize this was all a mistake, and return to where he rightfully belong. "Those howls that lifted with your voice were not cheers of celebration. They were wails of mourning." If he hadn't recognized them for what they were then he was truly living in a universe of his own. None shared in the joys of this accomplishment. To them it was all a farce as this fool king somehow thought the women behind him were supportive in his endeavors long term. "We were never loyal to you." No. Short of physically killing him, as Xuihcoatl desired and Citali was in agreement with, none of them had any desire to linger here. That he hadn't seen it coming was additional proof to his blindness towards anything save his selfish desires.

"If she's not told you already, Manauia will be returning to inform the Queen of Tezcacoatl's demise. Perhaps she's already left..." Citali was uncertain as to her present status. Why hadn't they gone back earlier? Because now they knew the wolf before them would definitely not wake up one day and remember his origins. No king would ever be able to incorporate aspects of Amazon lifestyle if only because their core structure revolved around serving a queen. Even now Citali did not adjust her posture to accommodate the male before her. He could wear whatever title he so desired and Citali would never think of him as a greater wolf than newborn female.

Still, he seemed adamant about including aspects of their culture. Citali shook her head. She'd had enough of it. "Do not continue to insult the Amazon way by making your mockery of it. It's offensive." She would never see him as Amazon again. "Don't you dare call yourself Tezcacoatl again, not even to humor a wolf. You are not, nor will ever be him. Go back to Tired, or whatever you called yourself." She couldn't remember. Her memory of this brown beast before her was quickly fading as she tried to erase this nightmare from her recollection.

Him, and his misplaced accusations as he wished only to see things through his own eyes no matter how they presented their version of the truth. How emotionally wounded and crippled was this wolf that he would fling such strong words around without thinking twice? "I see no traitor here. Only false promises left unkept. She pledged herself to a wolf that does not exist and mourned with the rest of us. If this bruises your ego so, label me a traitor too. I would not suffer to live beneath the presence of a king."

She stood then. There was little else to say that would penetrate the thickness of his skull. She could not be more clear in this. If he wanted to be hurt emotionally then he could tend his own wounds with more foolishness. There was no remedy for a poisoned mind.