Totoka River Try to convince ourselves.

He was expecting to be attacked immediately, but instead, Firefly tossed some words across the distance. Ephraim's muzzle wrinkled back. Who was he to toss subtle insults? It seemed the Rusalkans thought they knew an awful lot about Drageda's wolves and their attitudes, and they couldn't be more wrong. But, he supposed, it went both ways. Drageda thought they knew a lot about their enemies, and they had been wrong as well.

So are you, Ephraim observed, twisting one thin ear around to survey their surroundings. He wouldn't be surprised if there was another skulking around somewhere; in the battle they had come in groups. Had come in groups on all other occasions, too, but he didn't know the specifics of those.

His dark tail gave a lash. He wanted to confront Firefly about Rusalka's neverending aggression like he had Rosalyn, but he had learned from that encounter. He would get nothing but snark in response to his questions. So he waited, testing the waters by remaining tensed but saying nothing.