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wylla's voice was passionate; it filled the cold air and raked at mahler with its sense of fierce indignation. rise up and fight. remove them. his gut winced at the thought.
he had remembered astraeus, coming along to his first tense meeting with rusalka, even if it had been unknown to the former general initially. and seeing his son so close at hand to the seawolves had sobered him at once. he thought of their saltwater invasion into sagtannet, should they fail in their mission. of the children slain, for that aforementioned woman had promised a great cost.
all of this could be overlooked had mahler not watched each of their new thralls question wylla, followed by takiyok's more balanced statement. one dissenter could be persuaded. three could not, and mahler felt to demand so much from such new loyalty was unadvisable. star had not yet spoken, but mahler felt she would do what was best for her young. and stag! irebound and young, honed already despite his age. and yet even the young prince could not command his own righteous anger — not this time. 
without the backing of sagtannet, there could be no battle.
the man understood wylla would know this, might wince back or lash toward them with a command; he moved to her side, meaning to quell whatever tension was beginning to rise with the long shadow of his presence.