Blackfoot Forest Even when I give it all away

the petite queen abhored violence. it was the stuff of evil, what turned a good man dark, what ruined innocent lives sour. she did not tolerate it in her home, and never would she. she was a peaceful woman, bound by pure morality and grace, unafflicted by the toils of suffering. by no means was violence ever a true answer to conflict, but a ways of instigating it further.

however, her eyes could not betray her. her husband lunged at an unfamiliar guest, teeth bared and aimed fir the throat. she barely had time to think, screeching with utmost horror and fright. "aaron!" why would he? but she soon realised, the foreign scent among her home, uninvited. "--we must hear them out before taking out her tounge,"
of course the queen would never allow that, but she would say such things only to give aaron the satisfaction of winning, however egotistical it was. "minna, explain," her tone was serious, strict, unlike her. the girl would not escape from this without punishment, bringing an outsider into their territory without permission. even if amara did not wish to punish her, it would be done, as it was the right way of a pack.