Redsand Canyon Well, I think you're crazy

though she had warned him — a threat, perhaps though she hadn’t necessarily meant it as such —; a fact he meets it with his own. a repeat of her own words just different to fit his need. praimfaya cuts him a cold look. in truth, valour doesn’t scare her. perhaps he should but praimfaya was not easy to intimidate; likely because she’s not afraid of death. her spirit will simply be reborn in the next commander; or so the belief goes. nevertheless, to die in battle is a great glory — a belief passed from her great-grandfather ( longer than that, really ) down…

neither, i feel i should remind you, do you. praimfaya tries not to let his threat rankle her, speaking of ‘people’. she has her own contacts; many of them. i’m not going to stand in your way but you’re a fool not to see your planning mistake. of course, not all plans were fool proof but still. he might’ve been the warlord but it was an inherited position … he had not built it from nothing but his dying parent’s wish — not like she had.

anyone could inherit a pack. that didn’t necessarily mean they were worthy of it.

it’s no wonder you failed as warlord, she thinks to herself, tempted to call out to him to find himself a real tactician. not that, she thinks, he would listen as she watches him storm off like a child who didn’t get his way. she lets him go, because there is no honor in fighting someone who is already weakened and because they have nothing further to discuss.