Blacktail Deer Plateau this divine right to genocide

His probing did not halt until more words sprung from her lips, and his sharp gaze found hers and the fire that blazed within. He could not argue with her and would not; her thoughts only mirrored what his own had. But Valtari did not consider the plateau a lost cause just yet—it had provided them with safety, however minute.

"Then we find other ways to fill our bellies," he answered.

As the words were left to hang, his thoughts flickered back to the boorish yearling that had been at their borders, spouting of the lot and their ilk that had crossed his borders. That took his food. He who had fled at the flash of teeth with nothing more than graceless name calling.

It took little for him to compile these and elaborate.

"Where I am from, in times of hardship in the midwinter, we resort to scavenging. If this means to steal from our lessers then we do, but our kin do not want for anything. Our children do not go hungry for long. If we cannot take from what the sea leaves us then we must look inward." He licked his lips, wondering if she were more civilized than that, perhaps more conscientious than he.

He wondered just how hungry her own children were.