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When Xan’s fur bristles in the same fashion, Thuringwethil’s lips curl back in warning. Her first attempts had not been taken seriously and the more words come out of his mouth, the more he digs his own hole in the ground. Kendra had nothing but praise for Eske the last time she spoke with her and she doubts so much has changed, especially from seeing her Cheka earlier. There’s a fondness she’s able to note, but nothing more than taking someone under their wing and leading them into their way of life. Xan, however, hasn’t found that, and so she takes a step forward with a low growl when he does not correct his story despite ample time and opportunity.

Her eyes harden and she thinks to call someone. Dio, who wouldn’t be too far when his mate’s whelping den is within earshot, or Eske, who isn’t likely far either. Her inability to fight at full strength keeps her tied to the ground but her position is no less in the wake of her injury. “Lying does not suit you,” she warns out loud this time. She’s dealt with those unfaithful to Seageda before coming here and Drageda is the last place for them and she's given the boy enough changes to prove his worth and he only continues to strike them down.

“Stand down,” she commands, her voice laced with a prolonged, low growl.