Qeya River I'm selfish, I'm obscene

The woman repeats the word as if she hadn’t heard it, or maybe as if she doesn’t understand, and her fur begins to bristle. Before it gets too out of hand, Thuringwethil adjusts her step and rolls one shoulder back to smooth the irritation. Even if their settling had come relatively easy, with little fuss from the southern pack, Reek had still struck an agreement they’ve abided from day one. Since the change in terms, their interaction had been limited to the dividing river and it would be difficult to deny Thuringwethil hadn’t enjoyed it.

Calling off the agreement might not impact much, but breaking it off might be testing a theory when things have been kept safe so far. The division between them had prevented any further bloodshed, their security on the eastern side a little tighter on their watch, and now she’s presented with the option of changing that? The young leader takes a moment to answer, but with too much in the air, she can’t give up the one constant she can depend on. 

“No.”