Wild Berry Meadow ard alahlam

there was little satsu could do to protest these terms. they were as good as she was bound to get, and she cursed herself as much as the coyote for cornering her in this way.
fine. she shot back, though there was little fire to it.

a draw of breath to quell frustration, and satsu is already turning from the lovely berries - having forgotten her plucking of the fruit and the staining of her lips - to bring the creature home alongside her.

satsu did not want to speak to jawahir or entertain the creature more than necessary, but she was at an impasse. their deal struck, now it was the vermin which held the power, and satsu did not want them to change the terms - so to keep them satisfied, she answered:
they let us go, with promises to return once we found a suitably pleasing place for ourselves. they go to war for no good reason, and we may be called on to aid them.
oh how glorious it would be, to see jawahir thrown in to that fray; or wrung between the teeth of the tiger lord himself!