Moonspear blood makes atonement for one's life

It does not matter, Revui Ostrega. you will not be their father. The fowl woman hissed in the face of his petulance, turned, and removed herself. It was foolish to turn one's back upon someone as barbaric as Revui and as he witnessed her attempted escape he could not help but feel the flood of instinct telling him to chase; as the scent of Ying had driven him to brutalize his own brother, now the presence of Kukutux - coupled with the betrayal in his heart - made him rise up and lunge after her. He only made it a step before her fleet footwork swept her out of his range. There was a searing pain his back that caused him to buckle, faltering long enough for the woman to escape from his undue wrath.

And there he sank against the dirt. All the peace had lit aflame and burned away to nothing. When he could, Revui would rise and he would stagger his way down to the fringe of his sister's claim, and upon crossing the boundary in to the lowlands, seek out some place separate from Moonspear to recover. All the while the betrayal burned deep in the pit of his chest where his heart once thrived; peace having been revoked from him — stolen, by none other than his unassuming brother, he concluded — then let there be a war upon them all.