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“Elowen— the one threatening our peace is Lorcan. The only enemy I stand to make is your husband,” and such friction had already rooted inside huntress and huntsman both. To turn this around on Ayovi was unfair, but when she looks into the riverstone eyes she sees the new mother’s exhaustion. Gently, a paw slides forward, threading her ivory pawtips with the cream of Elowen’s palm.
“I am not angry— I am concerned for you,” her gaze lowers to Kaldros then, asleep at mother’s breast. “Talk with your husband,” she urges, “if you believe this is a misunderstanding, that he is well-meaning, we will listen. But you cannot speak for him. Lorcan must stand for himself.”