Moonspear les miens

Maman's gaze shook fear into him, a tense of his muscles that he was sure she could feel. She had always been one to take the side of her sons in any situation, but the rejection of his older brother had taught him that there were conditions to that wall of defence. He could only hope that these wolves would not give her reason to cease it from him, that she had thrown out grandmaman's punishments as she had everything else. He really didn't want to lose an eye - or worse, his extra limb.

Part of him wished she would just go for the throat of the Moonspear leader. He knew she could do it; he had seen how she destroyed a man like Phobos, weak and brittle, so surely she could do a number on this one too. But he also knew she wouldn't. The matriarche had turned into a pacifist, weak minded and naive, yet Chaudry understood that not everything could be solved with words. Blood was always the seal.

Pala was called for, and he felt himself growing curious. He wanted to know if she too had scarred from their scuffle.