Clash in the veil

Uruk listened to Scylla's response, her laughter ringing out unexpectedly and causing him to twitch his ears. Her reasoning was practical, but her curiosity in return was something he hadn't anticipated. He shifted slightly, feeling the salve cool and soothe his wounds as he considered her question.

"I'm not one to run from a fight," he replied, his voice low and steady. "Especially not when it's with a beast as arrogant as that cat was," he paused, glancing at the now lifeless jaguar, then back to Scylla. "But, more than that, I saw a chance to see what this small wolf was made of."

He let his words hang in the air for a moment, the steam from the hot spring curling around him like a veil. "I'm not interested in alliances with the weak. You proved you're not. Maybe that's worth something," he added, his tone almost contemplative, but with a hard edge that spoke of his true nature.

"Speech"