My mother is leading her army here?  As Southern Commander, it was her duty to coordinate such things from Council Home.  Chuktik couldn’t imagine a reason requiring her presence.  There was more going on than an attack by a hostile force—much more—but his dreamwalks had yet to show more.  Contrary to what many thought, the Dream was not prescience, but a joining of every piece of related information into a whole all at once.  It revealed the answer even before asking the question.

Chuktik was missing some very important information.

“No need to be so rough,” Sact’cha groused as the Enforcer shoved them one by one into the pen.  Chuktik was the last, and she guided him rather than pushed.  She gave him an apologetic...

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