"I thought you might disagree with my plans, Seramet," you say, "but I hadn't taken you for a coward. You're going to run and abandon the rest of us to the Tribe of the Black Wolf?"
"It's not like that," Seramet begins, but you cut her off.
"I don't want to hear another word. Get out of here, and take your friends with you. It will leave more room in Domorvost for the rest of us."
Seramet makes her way slowly to where the skin of the yurt opens out into the night. "I don't begrudge you those words, unkind as they are," she says. "You will always be my chieftain, my leader, wherever I am." She pauses a moment longer, then steps out into the darkness.
Gather the Tribe