Ain't No Rest For the Wicked

Malleus looked at her with something similar to amusement. She almost wanted to stick her tongue out at him if he wasn't- you know- a giant war beast belonging to a family that had taken down two packs already.

Still, she held her stance. Not because she could call her pack to her, but because she had the responsibility to protect them no matter the cost. She had to, on all official business, take their best interest into consideration. At this time, she needed to stand her ground for them, despite her natural inclination to do otherwise.

As Malleus explained why his family had come, Sparrow struggled to keep her expression neutral. So first he was fighting venom-spitting cats and now he was the descendant of a god? Perhaps he really was mad.

"Which God?" Sparrow asked a little flatly. She had heard of many gods in her journeys. None seemed particularly involved with their followers, yet it was undeniable that this family boasted enormous power. "And what does claiming land do for a god, if I may ask?"

Was it not good enough for a god's people to live alongside the other people of other gods? If they truly claimed all the land, surely they would end up dying out by inbreeding.

Or perhaps this madness was just such an effect.