Blackbeak Bluff I'll die for you, I will

Yes. In his dreams every night he stood over the corpse of Thuringwethil with her throat held tightly in his jaws; her body mangled. The other wolves of the mountain, all of them meeting the same fate by the paw of his underlings. However, this was only the thing of dreams. A nice catharsis, but nothing more.

"No," he said shaking his head, voice pained with regret. "I don't have the numbers: neither now or then." And even then, it was likely not in the Daystar's plan to bring war to the dragon pack. Without His guidance, Hiram would not act. "It would be suicide." Perhaps he would have considered it when the wound was fresh -- but now he had purpose and daughters to find.