Mount Apikuni dark vine

They will be worse for the strength they lose.  Travel would strip it from them the way it had Ruckus.  A slow realization had been approaching that now snapped clearly into view.  She had found the line she could not cross, and in doing so, discovered the truth in their ways that she found so irreconcilable.

You hold more loyalty for prey than hunter.  For the first time, Redd’s voice held a note of scorn.  What kind of leader - what kind of wolf - leaves their own behind to chase herds.  There was no strength in cruelty.  He held no regard for any but the caribou he idolized, perhaps because he had the heart of one.  Fragile and fickle.

I will not bear weak pups only to watch them die.  You waste loyalty for no gain.  She growled, paying the other woman little mind.  She could allow this man to run her own children into the ground.  Redd’s blood, her legacy, was worth more than that.  They do not defend their own either.  In cowardice they fall to our teeth.  Her stare cut through him.  You lead a herd.  Not a pack.

She had rarely felt such disdain.  She remained to offer a chance at response, but she had no desire to fight, nor to claim what he had.  She did not fight prey for scraps.  There were others with strong claims nearby; she could not remain after this.