Broken Boulder a falling out we won't tiptoe about [mandatory for BRS]

Xahi had sprinted on those spider's legs of hers the moment Ali's voice rang out. It felt as though it had been centuries since she'd had time to speak with him at all, perhaps this would be her opportunity to do so. As she approached her family, the girl slowed to a soft trot, padding up with a warm greeting to her packmates. Through her excitement, Xahi had been slow in realizing that there was something up today. An undeniable tension hung heavy in the air, and unspoken words practically crackled like a buzzing electric force in the atmosphere. The shadow-masked woman tossed her viridian gaze towards Alarian, her demeanor switching swiftly to a persistent angst. What the hell was going on?