Big Salmon Lake some people want it all

Kadezj rounded on Justice with a snarl and a snap. The gesture was only a warning sign, never intended to make contact or proceed to further aggression with her - but it was a flash of his bloodthirsty, seasoned fangs all the same. "Do not speak of the dead so casually, vikeesi," he said, licking his lips and reigning in his outburst. The two were equally adept at ruffling one another's feathers at present, it seemed.

"You were thrown from nothing. If you had stayed with the khalas, your pelt would line the floor of Vazyol's den and his children would be gnawing upon your bones. With me, you choose life. And did my actions close one door for you? Of course," he admitted, shifting his weight from one side to the other. "But I have many doors still to open. I may have been defeated in combat, but I am not a defeated man yet." With a deep breath, Kadezj smoothed his ears back over his skull. "We need one another. You are blood of my blood." And enough of that blood has already been lost to me.