King Elk Forest Peace in your violence

I can tell you the lay of the land, easily, the Queen snickered, licking her lips. She gestured behind her, broadly. The Dominion controls the forest around you. The weir is our primary hunting ground, those we will use the creek when necessary. Then, she jerked her chin eastward, where the cliffs rose up into the strath.

Another ally controls the strath, east of here. To the north, the mountain pack, Atautsikut. Irritants and trespassers. Rumor has it they've fallen on hard times, though Vex had heard it from no one. No, she had smelled the departure of several wolves, and knew they must have lost numbers. They had not troubled her in some time.

She looked back to Dreven, giving him an easy, languid grin. Tell your leader I wish for an alliance. But first, I want something from you. Well, it was at least two somethings. She came closer, drawing herself up.

I want an apology.