if you throw me to the wolves
"Yes." Delah replied with a terse but immediate honesty. Her chin lifted slightly, eyes subtly blending back to green as she regarded the youthful face of the honeybee child before her. "I do. It is why I wish your kind would stay out of it. For three hundred years our forest has been at rest. You let the barrier fall after explicit instructions not to. I will not let the Greatwood be the first casualty in a second war."
Taking a breath and holding it, Delah looked down at Fanghorn, nibbling the inside of her lip thoughtfully. "They do not like to bond." The warrior said almost casually. "They don't usually have a mind that feels the need to avoid death, and so bonding is not normally a solution they take." She added.
"Tell me why Ludo asked this of you. What is it it wants? Or is it you, who wants something?"
Taking a breath and holding it, Delah looked down at Fanghorn, nibbling the inside of her lip thoughtfully. "They do not like to bond." The warrior said almost casually. "They don't usually have a mind that feels the need to avoid death, and so bonding is not normally a solution they take." She added.
"Tell me why Ludo asked this of you. What is it it wants? Or is it you, who wants something?"
i'll come back leading the pack
