Kintla Flatlands And I'll never let him go

It took a lot to make her angry.  Seabreeze was not a woman who was natrually inclined towards violence or vitriol.  But this?
 
As much as the wolves of Sunspire wanted to see Seabreeze as a useless parasite, she'd done more for them than she'd ever gotten recognition for.  She'd warded off hostile trespassers not once but twice (and had been the first on the scene both times), fought alongside the mountain's warriors against the heathens of Shadow Mountain, set up the alliance between Sunspire and Tindome, and helped care for their wounded.  Even during her illness she'd helped mentor Hyacinth, and she'd been called upon as therapist more times than she could count.

The moment she'd unlocked from Terance after their tryst she'd run to Rannoch to tell him she could terminate.  She'd made one mistake — one! — and now it was Seabreeze the Terrible even though she'd been granted permission.

You know as well as anyone that we had no choice but to leave.  People were starving, Wraen.  I made it perfectly clear that my children's family was welcome any time.  I begged Terance to come with me so our family wouldn't have to split.  We couldn't hunt anyway; would you rather have had us continue sucking the resources while the rest of the pack died?

It was easier to use Seabreeze as their scapegoat.  If Wraen made to talk, Seabreeze would do her damnedest to talk over her.  It's not like we saw much of you while we were still there anyway.  You came and saw the children what, once?  Why did everyone want to act like they'd been so benevolent?  Nobody even came by to say sorry after Oaxaca died.  Nobody.  So if you want to stand there and pretend that we were cared for in any way other than being fed, fine.

She snorted, tail lashing behind her.  As for me?  I'm going home.