Blackbeak Bluff you got yourself in a dangerous zone

Akantha loudly expelled a breath through her nostrils and circled around the tree to continue on past. "I don't believe you." She replied with an exaggerated wave of her tail and a casual twist of her ear back to where she left Whip standing—he'd either followed or hadn't, but she imagined he had. There was no reason he couldn't, and she certainly wouldn't let him leave. "Everyone started somewhere. Are they all dead?" She threw over her shoulder. The alternative to being so crass was being kind, and she needed to train herself out of it again if she was to keep her position as Matriarch. Atlas claimed the only soft spot she'd ever allowed for a Consort, and he was dead. That's that.

"I want it to be worth it to you, Whip, not just something you settle with because you have no choice." She explained after a few beats. Her tone had lost it's edge again after her mind recalled images of Atlas. Akantha ducked her head to sniff at a pile of hare droppings.