‘Never first of all,’ muttered Waleen, and Callan nudged her. ‘My telling,’ he said, and she shrugged a shoulder before lying down with a long sigh.
The tribesfolk traded glances as Feather passed on the whole of this exchange.
‘I do not say,’ Callan went on, ‘that the Storm have behaved badly, or that they have ever done anything wrong. What I do say is that your decisions are right for humans, but that this does not always suit canini.’
‘I don’t follow entirely,’ said one of the older women. ‘We make sure to include your packs in our thinking, our planning. You are members of our Storting. What sort of things do you mean that don’t always suit you?’
‘Some large things, some small things,’ said Callan calmly. He was not surprised to be met with this lack of insight. ‘Every hunting is
