Altar of Twilight my own lived mythology

*screeches* itsnearlybeenamonthhhh @Hydra

He was surprised to see her face change into something that looked like what sympathy was supposed to look like. He was still tense, frightened at the thought of dying, and terrified at the concept of his family dying for the mistake of one wolf. Not Vaati, no, his grandmother. Had she not come here, had she not enforced these rules and tenants into the minds of her children, would they be the same as they were now? How many lives had she ruined in her quest to spread the Web of their dark goddess?

He had no desire to see any of them hurt, even if some of them truly deserved the pain he knew was coming to them. He nodded, knowing that the small mercy was the least that she could do for his sake.

I know you can say that for yourselves, but there are others, correct? Other packs? He could only guess. There had been so many foreign scents that passed through Wolfskull Cave in the past half-year that he could no longer identify each one singularly. He had a feeling that it was more than just these three, this mountain pack, that cursed Blackfeather's name with every breath. He was no fool. What am I saying? You can't be accountable for them, He breathed, more to himself than the three women and the one boy gathered near him. They were briefly pushed out of his consciousness for a moment, before they regained his attention. Now what will you do with me?