Moonspear technicolor

An agreeable noise lodged in his throat for a moment—yes, those that would cross them would learn how steep the price would be to pay. One way or another, at least, whether by the jaws of their own or simply the will of the wild around them. In the end, perhaps it would not matter as one day they would all simply cease to exist. He did not think of this now.

“Our children know if they wander that we cannot be there to protect them,” he reasoned instead, hung up on that one caveat. This he did not worry of much, even though evils had lurked and fallen not far outside their door. “I do not worry of that so much as I do the season ahead, and this rain… perhaps a better wording would be to consider pooling our resources close to home so that we are better equip to strike when the time come. Should it come,” he went on thoughtfully, though pensive.

Perhaps it was cold of him to consider such things.

“Either way, you are correct to not be hasty. We’ll have to keep an eye on them.”