“I love you, Annjia, but I can’t tolerate my family being placed
in any danger,” Urukha said.
I replied, “Then it is well that the Tribe is not involved, yes? All consequences
I have directed toward myself.”
It
was the first time we had encountered each other since my return and while her
initial greeting was exuberant and indicated that she was happy, this reproach
implied otherwise.
With the Regent attending to family affairs Urukha has been the
steward of the Tribe and thus assumed general responsibility for the safety of
it. This I understood. But in Orgrimmar when she asked what had
happened, she appeared upset that I had no desire to tell her everything. And the
little that I did say seemed to aggravate her more. She accused me of playing
games with her when I became evasive and opaque.
The conclusion I gained from the exchange was that my presence,
if not guaranteed otherwise could be considered a threat to the Tribe. She is a
wolf bristling at the little black cat that sits outside the den. Urukha,
though overeager to display her fangs, is trying to protect her pack.
And so I am I protecting my own by saying nothing.
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