Hideaway Strath What profit will we gain if we kill our brother and cover up his blood?

The two wolves would learn upon this encounter they shared a similar sentiment regarding companions. There was a popular quote by Epictetus from the Discourses lore of the two-legs that Zsuzsa recalled her father saying (as he was big into stoicism himself), “Anything that can be prevented, taken away, or coerced is not a person’s (in this case, canine’s) own, but those things that can’t be blocked are their own.” She had always been an agent of free-will. ”Not by any means.” She confirmed coolly, shaking her head.
 
There was a heavy snort to follow from her snout. ”You wouldn't happen to experience one of your own at some point?” Zsuzsa inquired, her steel eyes glancing above in the trees at the Raven that now intently observed in silence, monitoring the male with a disdainful stare. So far, this Raven did more disservice than anything. Ruining hunts, creating noise in the background, being an unneeded distraction overall.