dawn, and with it

Delah

The games of luck our soldiers played
The stones we cut, the songs we made

"Oh a forum? Is that where you all get together and talk about things?" The Guardian's tone indicated her thoughts on such a civilized way of dealing with things. Shrugging off Amalia's admission, Delah caring absolutely not at all for whatever friendships she did or didn't have, the chieftess raised her chin slightly as she sighed.

"A trial?" Delah echoes, a dark smile on her features. "That was her trial. She is guilty, forever banned from our woods. Should she find herself in our borders once again? Well.." The jaguar trailed off with a feral grin.