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

Yeah, now it is! he exploded, rounding on the Cheka with the fury of a scorned child who knew nothing but his own wants. After all, that's all he was: a child. They could all pretend all they wanted that they were adults, but Drageda's youngest were still untried and had much to learn before they could understand. It wasn't like Ephraim to lose his temper, but that was what stuffing everything down inside did to a person.

We beat the snot out of them! We could have gone down there and ended it and there was nothing they could have done to stop us! We were stronger! Scuffing a paw angrily on the ground, he kicked a pebble into the shallows. But we left them alone to recover and now there would be losses! Whether they came here or we went there, we would suffer for sitting on our asses. Don't you see how stupid that is? How could the man not? It seemed so obvious to Ephraim, who knew little of strategy and war, but thought he knew a lot.

That was the trouble with youth: their ignorance made them believe they were smart enough to argue these sorts of things.