"I can understand that. You kitties go a*s over end when you find 'the one...' What I can't get my head 'round though..." The leader withdrew his sword from Farok's cloak, but didn't sheathe it. "Is why a forest cat is wearing armor. And good stuff at that."
Farok shrugged, "Bandits and Ra'zorlichs prowl those woods. And the dead have no need for what they once carried."
There was a mutual hum of approval from the humans. "Kill some them Red-Talon f***s, huh?"
"Only the ones who lacked the wisdom to leave me in peace."
Farok had to force himself to withhold a grimace at his own comment, thinking on the weight it carried. It wasn't a lie, exactly, but that wasn't what bothered him. How quickly his own men had turned upon him was what disturbed his thoughts. How they abandoned the wa
