Zethar;
"I know about what happened at your camp," Father says as I walk back to stand before him, and I raise a brow.
"It was a troop of 20 Elkhornen men, Zethar. Not one of them made it out alive. You tore five out of those men to shreds, decapitated four, hung six from trees at your campsite to… 'serve as a warning'… and you ate four of them, Zethar. Ate! You know that's against the rules!" He rages, and I smirk.
I knew this was his particular concern. It's a major rule in our world that no beast must eat another. It's a crime punishable by death. But then again…
"It's also against the rules to attack another beast man in his territory. There are no greater or lesser crimes. If Balinar could break the rules… why can't I meet him in the middle?" I question with a shrug, and I can almost see steam coming out of Father's ears as he glares at me.
"Do you know what will happen when news about this gets out?!" He rages, and my smile falls.
