Sequoia Coast rationalization isn't just a river in egypt

also vague!

Artaax felt exhilarated as they walked away from the scene. The Grimnismal wolves were still a bunch of assholes, and if he ran into those two boys again, he wouldn't hesitate to re-engage. But for now, he was content with the damage that had been done. They had made their point, and since he gave zero fucks about Arrille (or Prince for that matter), he was good.

Good, but curious.

His eyes passed between Blixen and Furi as they walked, who had both been almost eerily quiet about the whole thing. Why exactly had they been so angry at Arrille? He had never stood out much to Artaax, so the only real impression he had of him was the cowardly, snivelling piece of crap they'd been fighting over. Drageda was better off losing something useless like that, so then why all the drama? He paused as Furi stopped and turned to them with a question on her lips. What's next. What's next? Why did there even have to be a next?

"Why are you so angry with the coward?" he asked, answering a question with a question. Artaax was down for a fight any day, even moreso now that he'd found so much enjoyment from it, but what exactly had the point been?