It appeared as if Frostfang was simply hellbent on keeping Erik safe until then, but he decided to call bullshit.
"Get off it!" Erik growled as he spat out some more blood. "You're still expecting our help to save your precious Enclave. Keeping me with you until Mom comes back so you can earn some browny points is just a fringe benefit!"
"And so what if that's true?!" Frostfang roared back. "The dominion is tearing us apart with their damn ghouls! Who knows how effective that sigil of yours will be! Don't you want to help the shapeshifters from your home country?! Or at least the faction that your mother founded?!"
Erik scoffed and narrowed his eyes. "Why would I? If I'm supposed to care about the shapeshifters in Finnmark, then where does it end?! Those living in Norway? Scandinavia? Europe? The entire Earth?! And don't try to pull my mother into this, if she cared so much about the Enclave, she wouldn't have gone after Edda!"
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