Porcupine Ridge don't you feel

Her answer only solidified his belief that Muskrat and Golden Eagle were one in the same. That they had been in league to take over—and now that one was gone, the other would follow.

His face grew quite sour, frown an ugly curve across his muzzle as he looked at her.

Go, then, Hex replied. Seek her out. But return to us, please, if you have word of her.

Why would she not seize power now? He figured only a plot simmering beneath the surface was the reason, and his shoulders were stiff and arched, teeth grinding together.