~ TARKYN ~
"…if you seriously expect me to believe that I can walk through this land without defending myself or my family, you're delusional," Zev snarled, then finally took a breath after a tirade of white-hot rage over the way he and his mate had been treated.
Tarkyn was almost despairing. He'd heard every word, recognized that he likely would have felt the same in the same shoes, but how to show the Chimera in the wake of this that the Anima weren't like the humans and had no desire to destroy or exploit them?
The only ideas he had during the conversation were executable offenses, and far too risky. He needed to talk to Harth, to find out if there was a way to approach this, specific to the Chimera and their traditions, to see if they could create some kind of ceasefire or truce in which to discuss it.
