Iktome Plains dead souls and a really big globe.

He didn't get up.  He continued to lay there, and slowly, a perverse sort of scornful pleasure filled her.  It was wrong.  It was so wrong.  She should have been crying too, or trying to comfort him, or just feeling something.  

Instead, her hackles raised.  He was supposed to be strong.  He was the one who taught her to fight, to hide her emotions, and that Kru were supposed to be the best.  The terror she'd felt moments ago was gone.  It would have been better if he had remained that monster - anything was better than this.  He couldn't be this.

She growled as he finally spoke.  Let them. She said, and her fur spiked out.  Nomi was gone - at some point it would hit her, and she'd have to deal with that.  Right now, her focus was this.  Proving that she apparently did not need him anymore.  Last lesson.  I'm ready now.  She was a Regent now.  She didn't need any of them anymore.  Without another word, she turned and left.  Last lesson, last orders.