Otatso Wetlands This race is a prophecy.

Another wolf might have argued that not all of his children were gone, for Mae was very much here. Manauia had little interest in watching him return, though, and a lot more resting on him fleeing for the hills. She doubted she would be returning home, let alone taking any future Amazons with her. But the attempt would certainly provide some fun.

She was growing weary of his moaning, and this conversation was only cementing what she had always known of his kind. He was weak, unable to take what life had dealt him, and so would likely be destroyed by it. All the better, for it was the wild's way to rid itself of the weak so that the strong could flourish.

But he was fun to rile up. One didn't get such raw emotion in the males of Coatl's Rise. They were trained to comply, not fight back.

"You call this 'handling failure'? I'd love to see what not handling it looks like," she responded with a small, teasing smirk upon her face. "I didn't force you to stop. You can leave whenever you like."

Instead of waiting though, she gave a single, barking laugh. "Some warrior." And with that parting shot she turned her back, trotting back in the direction that she came from without a second glance. What he did next was his problem. She'd had her fun with him, so his purpose was served.