Qeya River thorn blood

Snarling and hurling accusations, the trespasser recoiled when met by three territorial packmates. To Ksura, his words were meaningless and thus spurred no response. Wren and Silvertongue were their leaders- and in they had left in their absence a trio of capable packmates who defended the borders. 

Or so he thought. 

He could see reason for Ash Star to step up- she had led the group before, and the laurels of leadership had suited her well in her time. A bluff, he thought- merely words to assure the stranger that they-

What. That they had leadership? That there was no dispute? 

All dashed to pieces when Senka stepped forward and issued her own claim. Ksura’s head snapped up in surprise, so fast that his teeth clicked together. 

With the unwelcome stranger as a witness, it all came to a head. Now, he saw an opportunity-

An opportunity to get out of the way, to avoid having to choose between Ash Star and Senka-

So he chose to charge the unwelcome bystander instead, and leave the quarrel to the women.