Cassiopeia's View And I cannot compete with you, Jolene

Pallas studied the stony formation that Ness had motioned to: it rose in sharp jags, smooth stone punctuated by sharp spires. At its zenith perhaps there was a mesa beyond what the eye could see, and that was where the Moonspear wolves frolicked. She was just guessing -- from her vantage, all she could see was rock.

And rock did not feed the belly. Her gaze returned to Ness as she caught the tail end of a hidden suggestion in her words: or perhaps it was not so hidden, for Ness seemed plainly open when she spoke. "Packs also turn on you, and try to kill you." Pallas responded, the tone in her words suggesting finality. As if that was the end of the discussion, and she would hear no more of it.