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

No, this was too much. The fact that the dark wolf would not even admit to the plot against her people - Radova's anger flared, she snapped her teeth before the wolf, purposefully missing the woman's skin, but only just. "I did nothing wrong. The ambassador - the warriors, my brothers, - were attacked. You ordered the hit." Her teeth were unsheathed now, bared with no abatement, and she began to pace before the dark woman. "We were on our way and... We were intercepted."

Suddenly, the anger ebbed from her system. Or rather, it was more like the energy waned. Dissolved from her. The snow wolf sank to her haunches and breathed a deep, agitated, painful breath. "They're gone. When I returned to Azgeda, I was blamed and cast out." She leveled her gaze upon Thuringwethil once more, and this time was unable to resist the hatred that brewed there.