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The more they spoke, the more his fur bristled, hackles rising in full along his spine, ears turning back as his tongue flashed across his teeth. The only reason he had not attacked already was that Valmua was blood; he had thought he could trust her, but this, this was not trust, no matter how she spun and wove the web of her words. The star-eater was not a fool, despite however much the two might have wished him to be. Brutish though he could be, and had been, the man was intelligent and not so easily decieved.

Tell me, in what clan, Tartok or Stormhaven, do subordinates act in such secrecy?  They did not. There was no allowance for underhandedness or disloyalty in the clans of the north, certainly not in the Keep, though Stjornuati wondered then if all the attention from males had gone to Valmua's head. Was she really as vapid and twisted as all of that? Numbers mean nothing if the wolves that gather are strong and hardy. One hundred weak wolves could do nothing against a quarter-many strong ones. We do not seek just any and this you both know.

His jaw tightened as Kigipigak spoke, lips pulling back just a touch further. The rule of strength is useless if the clan that wields it is not united, in all things. It is especially useless when a faction of the clan, however small, decides to make a play for power that is not theirs. The accusation hung heavy in the air, liver colored gaze moving from the male to his blood-sister. Blood though she was, Stjornuati remembered the accusations made in their youth, and her response here and now was a far cry from those in the past.

If anything other than truth leaves your mouth, your blood will be the first spilled upon this mountain.