Blackfeather Woods revolution is a self taught language

There is a small curl of Kjalarr’s lips, a noise like the hiss of a cornered viper that passes from betwixt his lips. Vaati thinks he is the big bad but he was born of a scourge. Kjalarr has both age and experience on his side and he does not fear his son. Kjalarr murdered his own daughters under the guise that it would put an end to their suffering but the truth was he did not know that they would not have survived. He has turned to consuming the flesh of other wolves to survive the famine. Kjalarr is as much his father’s son as Vaati is his own. Perhaps there is even resentment for the boy king, playing at politics like he has any clue about what he’s doing, because in the end Kjalarr will never change. He still wants power, he wants dominance. He hungers for it, deep down. Perhaps Potema will hold him back. It is hard to tell, aside from that he does not like the lording of power especially from a boy that is barely a year old. He lets out a noncommittal noise. He does not believe in Vaati’s supposed gods. He has his own deities that he prays and sacrifices to. At least his gods an be merciful: they would not have condemned Potema to endure their continued existence, if they would have condemned her to bear the fruit of her own brother’s seed to full term in the first place.

Kjalarr believes he speaks the truth: what else is the product of incest and rape to be but monsters? Vaati doesn’t like it: laying out the threat of being kicked from their ranks. It would be less humiliating then remaining a captive, surely, but the Northerner’s fate is not up to the arrogant son. An arrogance that brings back strong waves of deja vú. He sees himself and all of his failures when he looks at the son standing before him. “Do not mistake a prison for home. This is not my home.” Kjalarr tells him curtly. His home is Ankyra Sound. His home is Caiaphas whom he failed by allowing the pack to wither away due to his own arrogance. Arrogance would always be the pitfall of self-proclaimed kings. It was a lesson that Kjalarr had learned hard but a lesson learned nevertheless. “How do you think your mother would react if she found out that you banished me from these Woods when I am her captive?” Not yours. Kjalarr inquires but does not fight the threat. If that is what Vaati wants to do then Kjalarr was not going to beg. He is only here for Potema, after all; there would be no love lost if he was banished from these Woods. The only
thing that Kjalarr would miss was Potema and Potema alone.