Firefly Glen [PHE] Strides

she stands with her husband, pressing gently against him as she felt rather than saw how the admission wounded him. how terribly she wished to know that they could simply just succeed—but it was impossible to know, before understanding just what it was they were up against.
her husbands words were inspiring. Toula felt again the rightness of their own mission, but she did not expect to be taken up on this straightaway—not in the midst of their own event. if there is more hunting that would keep you, and more to be done here before those warriors could leave if you wished for them to embark on this quest, we would understand. my husband and I go now—we can send word of our findings. we would be grateful for any number that could be spared, her words were soft and in earnest. I wish… I wish for no one else to know this sort of cruelty. and I will do my utmost, to ensure such depraved beings are dealt with. but it is not something I can do alone, she breathes, looking to the audience. I ask not for myself, or for Muat-Riya, or for Akashingo—I ask for all of the children of the Wilderness. perhaps the prisoner and this creature, with any of its own followers, shall return to the palace for more—perhaps they seek refuge in these territories, to rest, to recover, to grow strong. distance would not keep the moontribes safe—perhaps for a long time they might be, if they had the Gods looking over them, but certainly not forever. she was no all-knowing being, despite being a Goddess—but she saw a pattern, in the pursuit of this young girl. the poison she worried less about—that much was a thing, as a royal, she had accepted could be her own fate someday. 
but up until then, Toula would keep her children safe. and the children of the moonwolves safe too, by proxy, she supposed!