Moonspear There will come a soldier,

He blinked. Oh. Well, that was that. They just up and left..? All of them? he asked, when what he knew best was Moonspear, most of all, the notion of full abandonment of a claim out of nowhere struck him as unusual. Then again, if they were lax on their policies, maybe it had been a steady trickle over time. He could only guess.

Then, indeed, the other piece of her history was very much a contrast that he was seeing with more clarity. Seems excessive, he murmured, trying to picture the scene of wanting constant control. He understood when packs were a threat, or nearby to make problems with hunting, or even if they were making trouble but to simply want that control no matter what. And like a waste of energy, he added. I would at least like a sensible cause. Something good to fight for, he said for his two cents, roughly, and idealistic as it may sound.