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Dawali is a stupidhead 
News of the coming forces had spread through the tribe, Guardians had found him and told him even as he had sat by Adagi Creek, watching the slow movement of water. Thoughts of the tribe's future and his own past clung to his fur like the morning mist, and his brow had furrowed deeply as the Guardian told him the news. His friends -he had betrayed everyone. He was still uncertain on how to handle it, what not to do. Clearly, they did not understand, would not understand. Maska was rigt in his pursuit of justice, but there were parts of his story that Dawali found himself doubting. His shame grew further at such thoughts - had he not done enough damage? It had been right to give up his rank, it was now time for someone else to right the wrongs in his tribe. AniWaya had strayed from the right paths, and it had been out of balance. Now, as it was further challenged by his former friends, he rose to heed his leader's call as he considered that their blood might be shed today. This was not what he wanted, but he would defend his tribe's lands against invasion regardless. Perhaps Savina or Vigilante - even Anu, if she came - would listen to reason if he found them in th emidst of fighting. Perhaps he could convince them to simply agree to Maska's terms.
He would find the fight, and he would protect his leader - this was the only right thing to do. The healer trotted along the paths to the Village with a heavy heart. He would bring his medic kit for this encounter, but even for something like this he dared not shift into his two-legged form. The punishment for a rebellious Itawamba could easily be exile - or even death.
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