The Sunspire Another night, another strangers door

wraen's response felt cocky, at least to terance, who's shoulder fur began to bristle. even though he'd stayed quiet for her explanation and for quite some time had remained passive and submissive to wrean's judgmental gaze-- terance suddenly decided that this was too much. interrupting rannoch-- only if he had begun to speak-- terance said with much accusation, "you reprimand me for being inconsiderate and naive, but you haven't stopped once to consider the consequences your own actions have caused?" 

his voice was firm and his gaze steady, brows furrowed. "we're not trying to fix things with charon, but we're not trying to make things worse-- and you've made things worse." there, how about a taste of your own medicine, wraen?

"no mention of how you told him that their claimed hunting grounds were ours?"