Dawnlark Plains paint rock

Chieftain is at an impasse. Nagruk knows the want of revenge, to scar those who have scarred him. But the protection of lineage is equally important. Her lip curls in thought at what he implies and her mind wanders to Blackfell, his connection to the glacier. 

"Many here see Saatsine as easy target if Chieftain goes. I understand." Their numbers would be spread thin with his call to arms; the ones remaining nursing or too weak for Nagruk to consider an asset. She did not specify if the threat she saw was inside or out.

But her urge for blood outweighed a thin duty to his clan, unhappiness is made clear in the flash of teeth. She has no obligation to guard his Doii cubs as if they were her own! This was not her future yet. "You want Tartok? Then bring me. Find other Doii to watch cubs." But as she speaks she thinks only of his wife and the life that she would bring any day now.