He shook his head at Alexis. Not yet. "Look, wretch," He spat, "You're one to be talking all high and mighty to the three of us up here alone behind the cliffs, where the crashing waves will mute your screaming. Think about it. You simply cannot take all of us. Maybe you could shoot one of us with your bow, but by the time you ready a second arrow, we'd have already offed you. Now I do not wish to have this conversation again. You can either like it," At this he gestured to himself/Kendra and Alexis, indicating fraternization among clans, "Or you can lump it. It's your own bloody choice."
Franny whined in the background. She wanted everyone to get along. She licked Kendra's hand when she reached out to pat her, but her big, brown eyes watched her master. Would he need her to help hurt someone? She hated when he commanded her to do such terrible things, and his voice had gone steely and clipped again. She could tell by his stance that he was poised to fight or to flee. She hoped he would opt for fleeing; Franny liked to run. Running was what Franny did best!



