Qeya River Those who are about to die will say anything.

Radova shifts her weight whens he speaks and her eyes narrow, her words contradicting what she knew to be true. The gathering of the clans had been incomplete without Azgeda’s presence and her own scouts had come up empty handed when searching. The answer she feels is reflected back, blame shifting to her and her attempt at an alliance between those of her neighbors. The strength of the clans behind her gave her an advantage and she doubts they’d follow her still without her own clan to back her up anymore. Her own wolves now were nothing more than a rag-tag collection.

“What are you saying?” she demands, taking a step closer. Her steps are met with resistance but her hair has bristled, menacing upon her shoulders. “An ambassador from Azgeda did not show up to the summit. You have no right to blame me for whatever you lost.”