Raven's Watch illuktuk

Rolled a Nat 20 for perception check

And here was the crux of it all. A slight, a crack, a fracture... They all started small, insignificant, and then they grew if not addressed, if not healed. Even a hairline fracture in the foundations of the Watch this early on could spell trouble for their longevity and overall synergy. The Stormskýli would not allow for such a wound, even one so small, to go untreated for concern of it festering and becoming something toxic, poisonous.

You may not seek power, He replied to the male, cold eyes flicking to him for a moment before they settled once more upon his littermate. If Kigipigak does not seek power, only does as he is bid, then it is obvious who does seek power, though instead of seeking it alongside us, you seek to usurp. Oh yes, he had put it together, and he watched his sister's expression with careful consideration. What, did you mistake me for a fool? One of your toys so easily manipulated? He took another careful, poignant step forward, head lowering as he instinctively protected his throat.

With your talk of us following this Simmik, of finding women for the future, what did you expect? For us to become enamored? Another step. You, who feigned dissatisfaction with Chanel upon meeting her, who feigns meekness now when caught in your betrayal, call yourself sister? You call yourself Stormskýli?

And you, His attention snapped to Kigipigak. You call yourself Tartok? A scoff, scornful and vehement. No wolf of Tartok weilds such disloyalty.

A moment stretched long before the next words dropped like a stone. You are both to stay near the Watch until you are allowed otherwise. Neither of them truly knew how close they had come then to being stripped of their names, of their heritage then, how close they came to being driven out with snapping teeth and baleful snarls.

Do you understand?