Caan rose to his feet, head low and ears snapped tightly against his skull. He made a point of touching his paw to the ground, regardless of the discomfort. An unbridled scowl on full display to the Crying Wind woman. What was her problem with him?! Why couldn't she leave him the fuck alone?

You suppose she knows better than me? Knows what to do with my leg attached to my body? A growl laced his voice. If something could have been done, don't you think my father would have tried?

He liked to think that Cen would, but he knew the chieftain had to put the welfare of the clan first. He would have wanted his father to try. He would have tried, right?

The Dawnbreak wolf said something, and it took several moments for her words to reach him past the blood in his ears.

It might shut everyone up.

What did she know?

Caan turned his glower to Euphemia. His stare lingered on her, weighing his options. To let her examine it would let Iglux̂ win. Let her decide what is and is not best for him. She had no right to do so.

But he did quite like the idea of her shutting up about it...

With a bullish snort from his nose Caan addressed the Dawnbreak wolf.

Did Iglux̂ even tell you what happened? He doubted this. If she did then surely this Euphemia would know it was a lost cause.