Hours and hours later, well into night fall, Aleledai slinked his way into their tent. Selati had left after the initial vote for battle, not in the mood for the exact details of strategy. Yes, this coming fight was necessary, but Selati was still sad their lives had come to this.
Aleledai looked ragged and drawn, fatigued. Selati opened his arms from his spot in their nest and his All grinned, barely. He inched across the floor, tail almost unwilling to flex into the required motion, and clawed his way up and over the high lip of the nest. Selati held his questions in until Aleledai was settled snug against his side, boneless with relief.
“How did the rest of the meeting go?” He asked.
“Same as any other meeting I’ve had, except with more blood and death.” Aleledai snaked his tail unde
