The queen, serene as ever, replied calmly, "He enjoys drama at meal time. Since he can't target your falcon relatives, he has picked Geo as his unlucky target. He claims it sharpens his appetite. But it's not all games and laughs, the next possible heir to the wolf clan is lacking. The tribe is already talking of splitting. White wolves want to form a separate tribe from black wolves. The same goes for gray wolves and silver ones."
Sienna sneered. "Are they crazy? Do they expect the king to give them each a city?"
The queen laughed. "That's an impossible dream. He would sooner force them to share the same city than give them a new one. They are being a nuisance. If they want to split up, then it should be an internal matter for their tribe. They will only be recognized as independent tribes if they come to the royal counsel with a clear plan."
Sienna yawned and rubbed her nose. This was followed by a sniffle that marked the beginning stages of a cold.
