Moonspear You'll have run out of bones to break

This must be… she couldn’t remember if Pala had ever given his name. But he was the father of her children, the man who had thrown them out of their pack. Only the story he provided now flew in the face of that. The Regent’s brow knit as his words sank in, particularly the mention of a daughter. Sydonie…?

Alaric appeared beside her, nearly making Tiuttuk jump again. She managed to avoid making a fool of herself, though the Sovereign’s demeanor earned a sideways glance. He was in rare form, nothing like the softspoken father figure she knew so well. There was no mistaking it as his words skewed in Pala’s defense.

Treepie wanted to leap to it too, though she considered her words. If he’d thrown them out like Pala had told them, then why was he here, looking for them? Maybe he regretted his actions and wanted to twist the narrative? Or had Pala lied? But there must be a reason, one way or the other, as Alaric pointed out.

He had it covered, so she added nothing else for the moment. Instead, she only stared at the man, wondering his name among other things, her yellow eyes boring into his stony features.