Lion Head Mesa I sip on you to wash down the shame

ramesses sounds sharp with his demand. the dark wolf, cleaning his teeth of rabbit blood now, did not appear to be willing to listen. satsu worried this would push yet another han in to poor standing with them; likewise, bring danger to their door. she should not have offered him anything - this she knew now, this she regretted.

we have few we can spare. our time is spent caring for our injured. we do not seek the saints out - they will come to us, there is no doubt. but we would help one another if you stayed; if you brought your warriors here and made camp, in that time we might have more to spare. she hoped this would temper the man but somehow - given his display and his strangeness overall - the ascendant doubted her words would be enough.

we wait for the return of one warrior who may bring others, she spoke of germanicus but did not name him, letting the lie sit thinly on her tongue, as he had already returned and had not been tasked to recruit anyone - but it might have been enough to satiate the bear-man.

then she silenced. it was enough talk - she would not beg him to stay if he was unwilling, but there was a new hardness to satsu. if he left to fight the saints now, he would go alone, and surely perish.