Hideaway Strath if you're soft on rebellion, it'll grow

so short but I want to get this posted!  

 

Hemlock snarled, making no secret of her contempt as Dakarai spoke. It seemed everyone in the family agreed and saw things the way as she did - practically, with the realistic approach of someone who could not bare to face anything but the truth. "What, are you many who can do all tasks? Fight and protect while you hunt and tend to your young? How misguided were we, to miss what a god hide among us!"  Hemlock sneered cruelly, pelt a blaze of red fire as she worked out her own anger with a show of teeth and the angry curl of her lips. "You have damned your own whelps and perhaps those of your leaders and you have no remorse in your heart for what you have done to all of us."  Hemlock had not involved the pack in her retribution, she had done things on her own and brought back the grim skull of her victim. Her husband's memory would be served. 

Lotte suffered the most of them all, and Hemlock's gaze did soften when the leader spoke, only because she saw the pain there and the mask that held it firmly at bay. "You gave us no choice - and now you have none. Bare your punishment with the same disregard that brought us all this misery." Hemlock would not take out her frustration on the pup. She would not betray her code and creed, she would keep the babe safe and she would raise it with dignity and understand - no secrets would be kept from the small pup, and god willing he would grow to an adult to make the choice for himself with all the Knowledge his parents had ignored.