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

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Scarlett assured herself that she was leaving by her own volition, but if the albino had decided otherwise it was certain the firebrand would have clawed tooth and nail to cleanse her glacier of the girl's nativity. She turned with a retort - a passive and snide remark - to which the Sveijarn snapped her jaws with a click. Though Duskfire would be two wolves weaker, they were certainly better off without that lot. The mother continued to simmer, her glowering expression watching the treeline until the last wisp of moon-colored hair disappeared betwixt the pines.

Tuwawi's mane flattened some, a brief wash of reprieve ebbing over her. Yet her ire simmered dangerously, still fired by the grating confrontation. Only Sen, Malachi, Tyrr, and Manauia remained by the melt-water. Truly, the mother's relationship with each was shaky at best. How could she get Larus back with such a small militia? Always the voice of reason, Tyrr spoke next. His words made the queen visibly flinch, Tuwawi's own vitriol used against her, but the ember could not forfeit her self-assurance and so her head turned with a stubborn tsk. She had forgotten the dark man's origins — a wolf who hailed from these viking clans (or so she thought) — but even his calm demeanor had trouble cooling her provoked discrimination.

The sun began to peek between the tops of the canopy's boughs, and Tuwawi gazed towards the west. "We will regroup in a few days time," she told them, "for now, patrol the borders and keep a keen eye. If any seawolf dares shows their face, then call for aid. We will send scouts to the Bay to asses what Tyrr claims... and mark my words, Larus will be recovered." The matriarch turned to leave in the direction of the borders and digest her situation.