Arrow Lake it's broken

you've come for donovan. astara tips her head once. yes.

the blackbird did not fault praimfaya for initially interpreting her posture as aggressive. astara shook her ruff out fully, tension along her shoulders relaxing.

we won't stand in your way. we are gathering who we can to bring down the saints. astara placed one paw forward into the soft loam affirmatively, leaving a crisp imprint of her paw. she stepped back, inspecting her handiwork -- count us in.

renard was grinning; astara regarded this curiously, wondering what it was specifically that had segmented them from the saint's claim. surely, donovan's leadership inspired the same feelings in astara as they had in them -- perhaps, he had simply driven them away. 

there are fewer saints than there were when we came to ursus, but donovan recruits warriors. they're strong, even if only one of them bothers to think. astara speculated renard meant derg; she blinked once to indicate she was following along. 

now -- how to indicate she would pay the highest price for the pompous leader and his white imbecile's head? astara tilted her head between the two of them, wondering how they would react.