Duskfire Glacier stone-age mind in a space-world age

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Tuwawi eyed the wolves with a discerning look and paused to let them speak, hostility like a drawn arrow ready to be loosed. She expected maybe Týrr or Malachi to be the first to raise their voice against the Bay's transgression, yet it was Scarlett, the sympathetic albino, who was the first to speak her mind. However, the pale girl did not rally to Tuwawi's demands for revenge as the mother had hoped. Instead, the naive caretaker rambled endlessly about ethics and caused the dethroned to wonder if the beheaded wolf had made an impression on her at all? Not a fan of making others suffer in general — the words practically made the matriarch's veins burst with malice in light of the fiendish acts their enemies had committed. This wasn't one wolfs doing, no... that's why those damned ocean curs ran in a pack. If they neglected to let a member leave such a heinous mark on another's border, then who wasn't to say they deserved the full wrath of the evoked?

But it was Scarlett's next statement that tightened the firebrand's jaw, and set the hairs of her spine to ignite with further fury. As far as she was concerned, Adlartok was dead or gone. To allude he was alive and kin was a crime in of itself. Scarlett was weak. To think she would make it upon the glacier at all was laughable and with each moment in her presence, all Tuwawi could feel was a great hatred for the ignorant girl. She was no warrior, belonging not to the mountain but to the soil beneath it; deserving death for her scrutiny, and only that. But it was not her place to dole out punishment - as much as she may have desired, as hot as her blood may boil at this point, and so Tuwawi could only level her furious gaze upon the ruby red of her enemy.

Malachi's tentative answer cracked the ember's fixation, though, again, her ambitions were spurned by those who chanced to call themselves Duskfire in that moment. There were no words for the substitute king of the glacier. Tuwawi could barely look upon him without the urge to bare her fangs and give him the reprimand he so sorely needed; but as he voiced his agreement with the foolish girl, a low rumble permeated the air - and after a moment, she realized it was her own voice, unbidden, which loosed itself. Her voice shook as she condemned him - condemned all of them - for their weakness. "Talk her into returning my son? I have never looked down upon greater fools!" she seethed unabated, "Adlartok had no right to set foot here, as Malachi had no right to allow him passage in the first place. He chose to challenge my word and bled for it! A fool's grave mistake." She took a step towards the pair, "This enemy means to cut our throats while we sleep. This is no time for wistful thinking — we must act," she hissed pointedly at Scarlett, "and I have no room for your foolish delusions on my glacier."

Malachi's cowardly spiel managed to churn up some information, however. Caiaphas — at least they had a name to a face. The conniving witch. She knowingly held Larus despite her tall tale of teachery. But what had spurred the heathen to openly goad them now? Týrr's baritone voice rumbled then, convinced that the Bay had no hand in these matters. "What?" Tuwawi jeered as she digested the prince's knowledge, but the ember glowered, unconvinced. "How can you be so sure, Týrr? Any wolf born of the sea is a lying wretch," for the Sveijarn had first hand experience. "Those damned Kesuks! The Sirens! They are all the same!" a paw stamped the ground, punctuating her belief, "and wolves of the Bay are no different!" Tuwawi's discrimination was open, her ire waxing. Yet, Týrr's words managed to temper her flame, if only the slightest, to think of a plausible scheme. "We must scout," she told them, " 'lest you want them to roll your heads, too." She surveyed the group, especially the silent Manauia and Sen, eyes falling last on the most outspoken — Scarlett. "Got it?"