Never smile at a...

With the caiman slain and their victory secured, Stolas had been sure he’d find the same excited triumph on Widow’s face when he looked up. Imagine his surprise when he saw her disapproving scowl turned his way as she chided him. The princeling’s ears folded back to his head, taken aback by her upset. "I was trying to secure this place so Ashen can safely claim it," he remarked with a bit of indignation in his voice. "Plus the leathery hide of the beast can be used for many handy things."

Stolas ducked his head down to pry his dagger from the dead reptilian’s skull, cleaning it off on the grass before slipping it back into his bracer. "Why are you so upset about it? We won, didn’t we?"

"Stolas"