Herbalists' Cache sleeping mist

gjalla's rejection was twofold. of the three who now stood aligned before him, he was most sorry to see her go. and yet the man was grateful it had come to this, that he had not made her war chief.

his anger was kindled anew, but he did not budge. gjalla was addled by her connection to blackfell, and black hawk did not know how to be proper lanzadoii. all she had ever known where the shadows of men, ghosts whose teachings had been lost. 

what, would they share the man who had destroyed his place among the sun clan? sun eater might have enjoyed seeing that. 

he wanted to gain the upper hand with words again, but forced his ire into the future hours that would come. his wife did not soften him, though his ears were attentive as she spoke.

yet there could be no unity, not after what he had heard today. "blackfell think his mind more than mine. has insulted saatsine. chieftain. children. kill in my name with no honor. kill for self. gjalla not have loyalty. only collect status," he said to his wife. "and black hawk, she will fight gjalla for him." baiting. baiting. 

he fair shook with the effort of control, but this moment demanded it. the loss of hunters would strike any band, yet to capitulate meant also his own end.

"so. you choose, star eater. they throw dirt on name of my wife. they have made choice to leave," he decided for the others. her sister, whose presence she had just pleaded. the man who served her. his own cousin, whose loss he would process alone.

now the choice was her own. to be lanzadoii. to be a throne wolf. choose now. he would not have her maintain alliance with those who spat upon his pride.