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Untamed Dusk Puff
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"We will be in touch, Lady Kirsma," Voxen says. "Within the month."
"I look forward," you say.
Voxen bows out of the room.
His bodyguard stalks after him.
Your two guards unfurl a heavy map and lay it out across the table.
Your prime runs her fingers across it.
From miles away, the thought has fizzed across your matrix, perking every ear in the network.
Yasku on the horizon. The eastern rim of your territory, that damn ridge they love so much.
You should knock it down. That would take him down a peg.
But to be hasty in these things is dangerous, especially considering their size.
If Bika had stayed; if you'd had the numbers;
But half of you had wanted to go and half of you had wanted to stay and in true Skut fashion the division grew into a physical one. And the loss of the voices, getting louder and fractious and then fading away, held too tightly so they drained and husked out. It still gnaws at you.
Some days you wonder how she's doing.
Focus:
It might well be time to act. Now that you have recourse and allies and a place to pull out if the heat is too bad.
1]] You know of a Yasku burrow nearby. Moving quickly before he can bring reinforcements, and fighting wisely, you can shift the numbers game into your favor.
2]] Meet with him. Tell him that with this revolution the paradigm is shifting. See if you can get him to let up for the month you have.
3]] Next time he's on that ridge, skirmish with him. Send a message.
4]] Call on Voxen to give you extra muscle. Yasku won't be counting on allies.
5]] Take the month to breed. You need more numbers for the revolt and soon your meager territory won't be an obstacle to growth. It'll be difficult, but you have the stores to hold out for long enough, provided you trust Voxen and a migration really is happening.
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