Moonspear You'll have run out of bones to break

Idiots, fécale-infesté imbéciles.

He should tear them both from where they stand.

And yet, he remains outwardly calm. Completely so; neutral. We fought. She was taking my sons, I told her not to, and she bit me. He lifted a front leg, clear bite marks infesting it, though scabbed over now. He had surely injured her as well, but it was the truth that Pala had bit first. Shelter her if you wish, but those children were born de Cigue's and they will always be, de Cigue's. They belonged to the vale, to him. If he wanted them back, then he would get them back. It may be his fault they were here, but what did that matter?

May the spring treat you well. He spoke once more before turning to leave, an eye trained on the pair should either decide to be brave and lunge for him.

He would not return with his sons this time, but maybe maman would take a report of unruly neighbours instead.