Falls of the Hinterlands let's go up in flames, pretty lady

Is it really his revenge, though? As a tactician, he knows Blackfeather needs to be eliminated. As a member of Moonspear, he understands that the pack presents a very real threat to his kingdom. But the kind of burning desire that sits in your stomach, your loins, that thirst to even the scales. . .that is not here, now. Not like it is when he thinks of Ioan.

It is her revenge, and he will help her achieve it. He doesn't want to contradict her, though, and so he nods, smiling faintly.

"So what is our next move?" he asks, following her as she dries off. Snow flurries land on the bridge of his nose, flutter into his eyes; he shakes the precipitation from his mane like a lion worried by flies, his gaze narrowed. "Do we take the fight to them--infiltrate their forest--or wait for them to come back? Will this man or his sister be back anytime soon?"