if you throw me to the wolves
“Nor were they the last time.” Delah says with a roll of her eyes. “Choice? Fine. Here is my choice: I wish for them to leave us alone. I wish for the ascended and the Voice, to leave us alone. I wish for the humans to fight and kill and plunder and ruin their lives outside the Greatwood.” Giving the daughter of Mort a skeptical stare, she exhaled loudly through her nose.
Choice hardly mattered. Only blades and actions.
“We are.” On this, the Guardian had no choice but to agree. Not one of them though she was, Delphia had always been respectful of the Woods. She’d tracked down souls from more than a handful of Cath Siths bent on toying with them for eternity and, though Delah wasn’t sure how, she had managed to quiet some of the more noisy and hostile parts of the woods.
Choice hardly mattered. Only blades and actions.
“We are.” On this, the Guardian had no choice but to agree. Not one of them though she was, Delphia had always been respectful of the Woods. She’d tracked down souls from more than a handful of Cath Siths bent on toying with them for eternity and, though Delah wasn’t sure how, she had managed to quiet some of the more noisy and hostile parts of the woods.
i'll come back leading the pack
