Frostfire Ridge It's a start...

Citali's decision to leave the Ridge did not come as much of a surprise to Tezcacoatl, for they all seemed unhappy with him. Arguing did him no good, clearly, and he didn't bother to try to explain himself anymore. They refused to see their blame in this, believing that it all fell upon his shoulders. Most of it had been his fault, but he would not be convinced that they didn't have a hand in the fault as well. They had pushed him and had equally refused to listen to him (or so he thought). They had “played along” with Frostfire Ridge only to abandon it; and through all of that he was the only villain. He wasn't allowed to be angry. Perhaps it was the Viking in Tezcacoatl but he hoped they would be spurned from Coatl's Rise, if they returned. He had not felt ill will towards them, at first, trying to understand that they were frustrated as he but now? Now, he couldn't claim that particularly held true. Would he go after them? No. They were free to leave, they always had been and his concerns were more pressing. He watched her go with bitterness and when her silhouette vanished out of his sight, turned and headed towards the heart of Frostfire Ridge sparing an irritated glimpse at Citali's failed attempts at a garden.

If it grew then it could stay, it's resources would be used to aid the Ridge and if it didn't grow then it was of no consequence to him aside from that it meant that the healer (if he ever found a new one) would need to go on a search for the resources that they would need.