Dragoncrest Cliffs We can bow 'cause our music's warmer than blood

It's not even about the land, Ephraim sulked, frowning at his paws. Sure, he and Tux had wanted to claim Ankyra Sound ever since realizing it was Ephraim's birthplace, but that wasn't why he wanted to take care of the wolves squatting there. It was something else entirely. Even without knowing at that moment that they were his family but would kill him in an instant for nothing, he wanted them gone. The constant threat of another invasion had him strung out, and played a large part in why he struggled to sleep at night.

Vercingetorix wanted to kill them too, and his logic was sound, but it didn't reach through Ephraim's haze of anger. We're just letting them recover so they can come do it again! he growled at the ground. They weren't going to stop. Didn't anyone but him see that? We're making ourselves look pathetic and weak by doing nothing! We're showing them they can push us around and we won't retaliate! When had they become so afraid to act?

Or had they always been, and he'd simply been unable to see it through his childish eyes?