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He lingered nearby, having found a thick stick (formerly a branch from an oak tree) that he could barely wrap his jaws around, but with all the anxiety running through him, it would only be a matter of time before he cracked through it with his chattering teeth. 

But when voices began to rise, he knew it was time to do something. He bolted off, and fortune struck him once, landing @Kekoa in his path. C’mon! But stay low! He said, before he bolted back for the ring of trees that separated the world from Morwenna’s hearth. 

Her voice raised now. If she was speaking to Sun Eater in that way, then it would surely get out of hand. Stay here, or…Just somewhere around here. Act like you were just in the area, like you know nothing that’s gone on. I’ll call for you if I need you. His words were fast, quiet. 

He suspected, now, that the plans he’d suggested might be given wing to fly. 

With some trepidation he stepped forward, drawn in by the sound of Dark Fang’s voice; he seemed to be insisting, now, that they weren’t even Sun Eater’s children. Not blood, not Lanzadoii. His understanding of the language was far from complete, and he’d missed the gesture toward Ishmira. Questioning Sun Eater’s paternity felt both wild and dangerous; those who had been in Saatsine at the time, knew that Sun Eater had kept Star Eater to himself at that time. 

He looked to the Chieftan, worried. All he knew now was that Dark Fang looked like he was about to pick a fight with Black Hawk, and Meleeys commanded her to show respect; he knew the woman very little but he prayed that she might not snap beneath such pressure. Morwenna, at least, hadn’t raised her voice when she spoke to her husband again, but the ice was getting thin.

Sulukinak’s comment nearly made him laugh. She had been in the pack then, hadn’t she? Had she forget already how Sun Eater had stashed his wife away during her time? How their voices rang out even afterwards, through both day and night? It was wild, to him, for two wolves to speculate that someone else might’ve intruded into their lovemaking; for a time, they had been each other’s Sun and Stars. 

He chose not to comment on the matter, incapable as he was of taming his racing thoughts into something understandable. So when he spoke next, it was to the Chieftan.

If you want kids moved, I am ready.