Redsand Canyon that was still learning the alphabet

no, they were not, praimfaya draws in a breath and lets it out with a tense shrug of her shoulders. and that's where our differences lie too heavy and too opposing to put aside. still, she doesn't want sagtannet to feel the saints' wrath regardless of why it comes to them. she is hopeful that donovan will let them alone, in the long run. she cannot understand the 'do nothing and hopefully we'll be invisible' approach when she has never had that thought in her life. praimfaya doesn't want to be invisible. she wants to be a force of nature. she wants wolves not of her culture to understand why she is titled wanheda.

maybe all this is, she reflects upon in the moments of silence that pass between them, is to prove herself. proving herself to her wolves wasn't enough. she has to prove it to the wolves of these wilds, too. it doesn't matter. i am no longer a wolf of sagtannet and never will be. their choices are their own and no longer concern me.