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

Radova stands quickly while she speaks and Thuringwethil watches, leaning back as she felt no reason to continue closing the distance. The other goes through a new set of emotions with information that contradicted her own and the dark leader felt something similar. The wolves responsible for corrupting those as close as they could get, ordering a hit on the Azgeda ambassador, and framing them. 

The ice wolves, if Radova spoke the truth, blamed the wolf that stands before her. Their relationship to Seageda meant more than the female, even if it hadn’t been her fault. She exhales a long breath, shaking her head. Radova demanded revenge and Thuringwethil isn’t sure she can give it to her. She doesn’t house the wolves that could have done it.

“What will you do, then?”