"I said I'd be extremely cross with them if they did," she said.  "I never said I'd directly intefere."
	"I hate it when you have an answer for everything," he growled.
	"I wouldn't be much of a god if I didn't," she teased with a bright smile.  "Don't worry, kitten.  I am rather cross with the culprit.  The extent of my irritation will become apparent to the offending party very soon."
	"Then maybe the wrathful bolts of lightning will guide me in the right direction," he mused.
	She laughed lightly, a cascade of choral bells, and patted him on the cheek.  "I see you're back to your old self," she winked.
	"Would you have expected anything less, Mother?"
	She grinned.  "No, probably not," she admitted.  "So, what are you going to do now?  There are several people who are very anxious to see you."
	"I can imagine," he grunted.  "I guess I'll let Triana know I'm alright.  I'm not sure I want to see anyone else at the moment."
	"Don't be nasty, kitten," she said.  "Jesmind and Kimmie are both very worried about you.  They love you."
	"I know they do, Mother, and I love them," he said in an annoyed voice, "but sometimes love isn't enough.  Jesmind was inexcusable in the way she acted, and I'll bet Kimmie would have been the same way if she hadn't been so busy helping Phandebrass with the potion."  He did feel a sudden twang.  "I hope all that work wasn't hard on the baby," he said in concern.
	"The baby is fine," she said.  "Kimmie knows her limits.  She's also getting noticably thick around the middle.  She'll pop in a couple of months."
	"So soon?" he said with a sigh.  "And I missed so much already.  I guess I'm going to miss the baby's birth, too."
	"I'm just asking you not to be like them," she said.  "You know what I mean."
	He sighed.  Of course he knew what she meant.  To be unforgiving and hold a grudge.  "I'll probably settle down once my temper cools off, but it's still too new," he told her, flexing his fingers in an ominous manner.  "I intend to remind Jesmind just where she stands," he warned.
	"That's all I can ask for, kitten," she smiled gently.  "Now, I've held you here long enough," she announced, standing up.  "You have a few things to do, and so do I.  Oh, kitten, I think an old friend is waiting to hear from you.  You should let her know what's going on...and that you might need her."
	Tarrin looked at her.  The only old friend that wasn't here now, and one that was that much of an asset, was Sarraya.  "Is it safe for her to come back?"
	"She's been in her colony a good couple of months," she nodded.  "That's enough time for her to rest and recover.  She's good for as long as you may need her."
	"I'll have Triana contact her," he assured.  "Knowing Sarraya, she'll be here before Triana says goodbye."
	"Not that soon.  Triana's going to have to go get her, but she can be here before you leave in three days' time."
	That was as obvious as a hint as the Goddess ever gave.  Whatever Tarrin did and wherever he went, the Goddess wanted Sarraya to be with him.  He actually looked forward to it...it would be like old times.  And he missed his Faerie companion more than he was willing to admit.  Her obnoxious manner and her irreverent, combative personality was actually rather entertaining from time to time.
	"One other thing," she said, finally letting go of his paw.  "I want you to reign in Sapphire."
	"What's the matter with her?"
	"She's been stalking around the Tower looking for who did this to you, and she fully intends to kill the offender when the tracks the party down.  I don't think that would be a very good idea, and she's being very disruptive in her search.  You're the only person in the Tower that can talk to her when she's like this, kitten.  Everyone else is nothing but a biped to her, but you are clan.  That gives you a voice she won't ignore."
	"I'll pull her leash," he said.  "She won't like it, but then again, neither will I."
	"Carefully, kitten.  She loves you, but she is a dragon."
	"I understand the danger.  She can't be much harder to manage than Jesmind or Triana."
	The Goddess laughed.  "Yes she is, but I'll leave that fun little surprise untouched," she winked.  "Now then, I have to go.  Don't be a stranger, kitten."
	"I won't, Mother," he promised, stepping away from her and bowing his head.  She reached out and touched his cheek one more time, and then she stepped back and vanished like smoke.
	His obedient demeanor evaporated as fast as she did.  He would be respectful and compliant to the Goddess, but not to anyone else.  That ancient Were-cat drive was just as primal in him as it was in everyone else.  He was the king of the hill, the biggest child in the sandbox, and he knew it.  Only Sapphire could challenge him, and he knew that she would not.  He would not cow under to the others, and it was about time to re-establish some of the dominancy that certain others seemed to have forgotten was his during his convalescence.
	Clenching a fist tightly enough to crack all the knuckles, he looked to the door.  He did have alot to do today.  Calm Sapphire down, have Triana go get Sarraya and bring her back, punish Jesmind for her behavior, and start teaching Jenna the spells he'd gained through the ordeal.  That he'd let everyone know that he was well never really crossed his mind.  After all, they'd find out once he was out and about.  He was sure that as soon as he stepped out that door, they would find him.  They'd have to move pretty quickly, but they would eventually track him down.
	First things first, however.  The top of the list was Jenna, to let her know he was well and to have her show him where they'd stored his blood.  He also wanted to let his sisters and friends know he was alright, and when he was calmer, he'd go see Triana and the other females.  And he also needed to calm Sapphire down.  He'd ensure that she let him take care of it.  The punishment laid down for what was done to him would come from him, not from her.  After all, as the injured party, it was his every right to control what happened to the guilty party.
	Standing fully erect, his tail slashing behind him a few times before calming down, he looked to the door.  It was an old life, the life he'd once had, but he had to admit, there was a strange kind of newness to it now.  Not everyone had a chance to relive the comforting times of youth, to see the world as a place both strange and exciting, to feel the kind of trust that only someone that naive could feel.  Those were gone now, but the sense of them was still inside, only tempered by the history that made him so careful.  It was an old life, old customs, old ways, an old duty, but the time as a human had cast them in a new light.  Things did seem curiously fresh, curiously new, as if stepping out that door would most certainly be just like the same old Tarrin.
	Reaching out and taking hold of the doorknob, feeling how small and fragile it seemed to him now, he turned it and opened the door.
	He wasn't entirely surprised to see Jenna running, all dignity cast aside, down the passageway towards his door.  Obviously someone had told her that he'd woke up, and now she was coming to see him.  Her run didn't falter when she saw him, but she did call out his name breathlessly as the two Knights guarding his door stepped aside respectfully for him.  He lowered down as she approached and let her literally jump into his arms, wrapping his around her as she called his name over and over again with a mixture of joy, relief, and worry, hugging him tightly.  He felt how tiny she was now, how fragile and delicate, and he hugged her with the practiced exquisite care he had come to learn when adjusting to his Were nature the first time.
	"Thank the Goddess!" she said in a heavy sigh, then she gave a sobbing kind of laugh.  "I'm glad to see you!"
	"I notice that there wasn't anyone waiting this time," he noted with a sardonic little smile as she pulled away to look at him.
	"Everyone wanted to, but Triana--" she bit her lip.  "She wasn't sure how you'd react."
	"That was wise of her," he murmured.
	"Oh, brother, I'm so sorry," she suddenly blurted.  "I--"
	"Calmly," he told her, setting her back on her feet.  "It's not really a problem, sister.  I know what happened.  I don't like it, but I'm not entirely displeased with the result."
	She looked up at him.  "You mean--"
	He nodded.  "It's what I would have chosen."  Then his eyes hardened.  "But that doesn't excuse whoever decided to make my mind up for me.  When I find out who did it, I'm going to show them just how upset I am."
	"Sapphire's already working on it," she said quickly.  "She's turning my Tower on its ear," she said with a frown.
	"Mother told me about that.  She wants me to pull on Sapphire's leash a little."
	"Tarrin!  You can't do that to a dragon!" she gasped.
	"I can," he said grimly, flexing his paw in an unwholesome manner.  "I'm probably the only one in the Tower who can."
	She gave him a speculative look.  "Maybe you can.  I'll find out where she is, so we can head her off."
	"Where are the others?"
	"Hiding from Sapphire," Jenna replied as she led him down the hall.  "She got hold of Mist very early on.  It was very ugly.  Mist isn't the kind to back down from anything, and they came to blows."
	Tarrin frowned.  "Is Mist alright?"
	"She will be," Jenna said.  "Triana is with her.  Mist tore her up pretty thoroughly.  For a little while I didn't know if Mist was going to survive, but she's alot tougher than she looks."
	That concerned Tarrin.  He was a little peeved at most of the Were-cats, but not Mist.  She and Jula were the only ones that had backed off and given him room to breathe, room to be himself.  Mist's devotion to him, while not quite love, was still very powerful, and it allowed her to put faith in him that even Jesmind couldn't quite match.  It was very much unlike Mist--for that matter, it was very much unlike a Were-cat--for her to exhibit such a trusting display.  But Tarrin was probably the only Were-cat she trusted, and it made her trust him with a kind of blind faith and absolute certainty that overcompensated for her lack of trust in others.  Mist trusted him out of blind devotion, but Jula had given him the space he needed because she was probably the only one--except for Kimmie--that could possibly understand what he was going through.  Kimmie was usually a very insightful Were-cat, but her love for him and probably blinded her.  He really didn't know...she'd been very scarce over the last month.  She'd been spending almost all her time helping Phandebrass, but Tarrin had the feeling that it was more than just her work.  He had the sneaking suspicion that she'd been avoiding him.  He wasn't sure why, and it never really occured to him while he was human, but maybe seeing him like he was, and his attitude towards the females, may have put her off a little bit.  Kimmie loved him, but she had tremendous competition from Jesmind, and he had the feeling that she was trying to withdraw from him because of her.  It wouldn't be beyond Jesmind to push Kimmie out of the picture, make her feel uncomfortable, and Kimmie's weak status in Were-cat society meant that she would have no choice but to submit.  Jesmind had shown a very shocking and extremely ruthless kind of selfish possessiveness towards him that startled him even now, especially now that he could see the situation through the eyes of his Were nature.  Jesmind didn't care about how anyone else felt, not even him.  In her eyes, he absolutely and irrevocably belonged to her, and she wasn't going to relinquish her claim, no matter what.  He had the feeling that if he'd chosen to be human, she would have broken virtually every law in Fae-da'Nar and bitten him against his wishes, even though she would know beyond any doubt that it would make him hate her for the rest of time.  She just couldn't see that, couldn't see anything beyond her nearly obsessive need to keep him, and keep him for her and her alone.
	That was going to stop.  Jesmind was going to learn a very, very hard lesson this day.
	"I need to put a muzzle on Sapphire before she gets out of control," Tarrin said grimly.
	"She's already out of control," Jenna warned him.  "But nobody dares cross her, not even me.  I know I'm no match for her, and right now she'll kill anyone she thinks is standing in her way."
	"Come on," he said, starting down the hallway, holding Jenna's hand and half-dragging her behind him.  It was no trouble for him to find Sapphire, for her impression on the Weave was very unique.  He could sense her from a league away.  Right now she was on the upper levels, not far from where Jesmind's apartment was, on the floors where the higher-ranking Sorcerers resided.  "Mother told me how it was done.  It could be anyone," he said grimly.
	"How was it done?" Jenna asked.
	"You don't know?" he asked in surprise, looking back at her.
	"I've been busy trying to keep that maniacal dragon from knocking down my Tower!" she said indignantly.
	"That's what she's doing?" he asked.  "Hunting down the other females?"
	"Yes," Jenna replied.  "After what happened to Mist, the others starting hiding.  Triana has them gathered up, and she's protecting from the dragon's seeking magic with her Druidic power.  That's why Sapphire's trying to track them down.  How did they do it?"
	"They used my blood, from stores Mother said they have in the Tower," he told her.  "That means it could be anyone, Jenna.  Anyone that knows about that blood could have done it, not just the females."
	"What?" she gasped.  "They kept it?"
	"Didn't you know about it?"
	"Well, yes, but I didn't think they'd keep something that dangerous laying around!  Myriam said they'd saved it, but I never paid it much mind to it."
	"Well, someone did," he said, starting up one of the main spiral staircases.
	"Who would want to do this to you, Tarrin?  If it wasn't one of the females, that is."
	"I don't know, but I'm going to find out," he growled.
	It didn't take him long to track down Sapphire.  She was storming down a passageway towards the landing on which he had just stepped, in her human form.  She was furious, that was apparent from the look on her face, a kind of stark, determined, cold fury, but it was the lightning dancing around her body in numerous arcs, snapping along her form and occasionally striking out to touch the walls of the passageway, leaving burn marks on the polished wood panelling, that made it abundantly clear just how furious she really was.  Her blue eyes widened when she saw him, and the lightning slowed to a stop as she stopped in her tracks and looked at him.  Then she rushed forwards without much dignity and when she reached him, she slowed to a stately stop and grabbed his paws in her hands.  "My little one!" she said with sincere relief.  "Are you alright?"
	"I'm fine, Sapphire," he said calmly.  "I heard what you did to Mist.  You have to stop this."
	"No," she seethed.  "One of them turned you against your wishes, when you made it abundantly clear how much you cherished the opportunity to choose for yourself.  I will find her, and I will punish her," she declared, her eyes blazing with outrage.
	"It may not have been one of the females," he told her immediatley, then he told her what the Goddess told him.  "Anyone that knows about that blood could have done it, my friend.  It's still most likely it was one of the females, but we can't put this on their heads until we've narrowed the field a bit."
	Sapphire looked a little dubious, but her hard look didn't waver.  "No one else has the motivation to do it," she declared.
	"I was turned against my will by humans once," he reminded her.  "Someone may have decided to take matters into his own hands again.  Running around hunting down the females isn't going to solve anything, Sapphire.  And I think it's only fair that I get to punish him--or her--when they're found.  It was done to me, after all.  I appreciate the concern, my friend, and it pleases me that you think so much of me.  But for now, please, you have to calm down.  I could use your mind much more than your temper right now.  Someone as old and wise as you should be able to find the guilty one very quickly."  He knew that was abject flattery, but when one was trying to talk a dragon out of a furor, one did it with exceptional care.
	Sapphire's eyes were still blazing.  He could see that he wasn't getting through to her.  He reached out and put his paws on her shoulders, holding her firmly yet gently in his grip.  "Calm down," he said with steely resolve.  "I'm not going to let you hurt any of the other females, Sapphire.  If I have to, I'll stop you.  I really don't want to do that, but if I have to, I will."
	She looked at him, then the fury in her eyes wavered.  Then she actually laughed.  "You must be serious to make such an outrageous statement," she said without any hint of teasing or insult.  She was merely stating fact.  Tarrin doubted that he could stop her.  Not even he was a match for a dragon.  At least not one as old and powerful as Sapphire.
	"You know me, old friend.  I can find a way," he said dryly.  "Accomplishing the impossible is what I do for a living."
	"It would bring the Tower down on us," she said with a slight smile.
	"So?  As long as it stops you, what difference does that make?"
	She laughed again, a fond laugh, and patted his forearms with her hands.  "I see you are once again yourself, my little one.  Only the Tarrin I remember would say such a thing."
	"Maybe," he conceded.  "Are you going to keep frothing at the mouth?"
	She seemed a bit offended by his choice of terms, but that flickered through her expression quickly.  "I am calm now, at least calm enough," she said in a bristling manner.  "I will never forgive who did this to you, but I won't continue hunting the females.  Not if it's not given that one of them did it."
	"We don't know yet.  Give me a little time to go deal with the females, and meet me in my room in about an hour.  You and me and Jenna are going to go find out who did this."
	"You can find them?"
	"I know what to look for," he told her calmly.
	"I'll go with you."
	"No, you won't," he said sternly.  "I'm not taking the fox into the chicken coop, my friend.  Not until you calm down."
	"I'll do as you ask, this time.  But don't get comfortable with it," she warned.  "I'm not in the habit of acceding to the demands of bipeds."
	"I'm not used to browbeating a dragon.  We can both admit we're not comfortable with the situation, and hopefully it'll never happen again."
	She looked at him, then laughed helplessly.
	"Keep her out of trouble, Jenna," Tarrin told his sister.  "And don't let her follow me."
	"Me?" Jenna said incredulously.
	"You're my sister, so that makes you related to clan," he told her evenly.  "Sapphire may get pecky with you, but she won't hurt you, if only because killing you would annoy me."
	"I'm so glad," she said weakly, putting a hand to her stomach.
	Sapphire gave Tarrin an amused smile, then fixed Jenna with a steady predatory kind of gaze that made the young Keeper flinch.
	He was confident that Jenna could keep Sapphire out of any major trouble for an hour.  Sapphire would probably play with her a little, see how brave the girl was, but he could tell that she would do as he asked this time.  When they met again in an hour, he could explain everything to her in detaill, and they could combine their rather formidable resources to track down his assailant.  Until then, he wanted to get to the females while his temper was somewhat muted by what the Goddess told him.  If he left it, it was going to fester, and he'd be in a much more furious mindset when he finally dealt with them.
	Finding Triana and the females was significantly more challenging than finding Sapphire.  Triana was actively protecting the females from location with her magic, and Druidic magic was exceptionally powerful, especially when wielded by one with as much power and experience as Triana.  He couldn't rely on the easy ways, sensing their location through the Weave, tracking scents, even using the trick of sweep-location with pulses of Mind.  He had to get a little creative to puzzle out where Triana was hiding the other females.  He knew how Triana thought, and that meant that the magical defense she had erected would be both powerful and very thorough.  Triana would think of just about any way they could be located and protect themselves from it.  She knew who was looking for her, and more to the point, what, so it meant that she would take no chances.  Not even the rather clever idea of looking for the protective shield itself would work, because Triana would be very careful to hide it.
	It took him nearly ten minutes to finally puzzle out a means to track them down, and he was forced to fall back on the one thing that Triana could not stop, and that was their purely non-magical, mundane presences.  Among the myriad spells that Tarrin had learned in his turning was a rather clever little weave that allowed one to use their senses though stone.  It was meant primarily for a Sorcerer to see and hear through stone, but the weave would work for any sense, and Tarrin had other senses just as keen as his eyes and ears.  Triana would actively block any kind of sound from giving them away, so trying to listen for them would be pointless.  She would also prevent prying eyes and seeking noses; she was more than aware of the formidable senses of the dragon, so those too were dead ends. But the one thing she probably did not stop, probably had not conceived of as a danger, was the feel of Were-cats on stone.  So long as they weren't standing on a carpet, he knew that the spell could find them.  Were-cat feet were very unusual, and he knew he'd have no trouble discerning the feel of them on the stone floors of the Tower.
	Putting a paw on the bare stone of the passageway, he released the quickly woven spell into the stone and let it do its work.  He sent his awareness into the stone, and became aware of the pattering of countless feet all over him, like little ants crawling over his skin.  It took him some time to puzzle through those strange sensations, but it took him but a moment to sort through the feet touching the stone once he had a sense of which sensation belonged to what kind of material.  He first discounted all the leather and cloth, knowing that the ones that moved were shoes.  Then he discarded the ones that were skin, since Were-cats had no bare skin on the bottoms of their feet.  Only fur and thick pads, as well as the clawtips from the claws on the feet that never fully retracted.  After putting those aside, it left a very few sensations behind, and it took him little time to discern the three sets of scaly feet belonging to the Vendari and a reptillian Wikuni on the grounds--one of Keritanima's Marines, probably--and the three sets of unique feet he could feel that could only belong to a Were-cat.  There had to be a carpet where they were, but not one that covered the entire floor.
	Tarrin was surprised and a little amused when he found them.  Triana was very clever.  She had hidden them in the first place Sapphire had looked, and the last place she would check twice.
	The apartment right down the hall from Jesmind's apartment.
	After all, after the dragon checked the first time, what reason would there be for her to return?  The likelihood that they would think to go there, so close to a hotspot like Jesmind's apartment, was remote.  But Triana was a devilishly crafty old Were-cat, as clever as a fox, and she understood that the place would be very safe after Sapphire checked it over.
	He wasn't very far from there, so it took him only a few minutes to stalk down to the door.  That close to Triana, he could feel her power even behind her shield, a curiously sharp sense of her that he hadn't noticed before.  Now that he could feel it, now that he understood what he was feeling, he realized he could have easily found her without having to use Sorcery.  And that, he realized, was what Sapphire was trying to do to find them.  Just wander around and try to get close enough to Triana to sense her formidable presence.
	His emotions turned rather flat once he reached that door.  He knew what had to be done.  He wasn't going to necessarily enjoy it, but he knew what he had to do.
	Putting a paw on the door, he pushed until the latch broke, and then shoved it out of the way.
	Inside were all the Were-cats.  Mist was laying on a couch, unconscious but looking otherwise unwounded, and Kimmie was sitting on a chair by the couch, worry stamped on her face as she held Mist's paw in her own.  Eron sat on the end of the couch, by Mist's feet, quiet and very subdued.  Triana was standing in the center of the room, her eyes closed and a look of intense concentration on her face, as Jesmind paced back and forth between Kimmie's chair and the door on the far wall beyond.  Jula and Jasana were sitting on a second couch by the fireplace, and Tarrin realized that the apartment was of similar design as Jesmind's, with only different furniture.  They all looked at him in almost perfect unison, except Triana, and they all started in shock when he boldly stepped into the room.
	"You can stop that now, mother," he said grimly.  "Sapphire's been muzzled."
	"Tarrin!" three seperate cries issued at once, from Jula, Kimmie, and Jesmind.  Jasana called out "Papa!" but Triana only opened her eyes and gave him a strange, worried look.  Only she seemed to sense his aggravation.  Jesmind rushed past her mother, rushed towards him, and seeing her filled him with a sudden seething anger that he simply couldn't control.
	Ears suddenly laying back and his eyes exploding into the unholy greenish radiance that marked his anger, he reared his paw back, and then he lashed out with it as she blindly rushed up to him.  His paw slammed into her face, striking her a massive backhanded blow.  The power in it sent her flying, crashing to the floor by Triana and rolling to a stop, completely stunned.  Had Tarrin struck a human with that much power, it would have been instantly fatal.  It very well may have ripped a human in half.
	Jesmind laid very still, and Jula and Kimmie looked at him in startled horror.  Triana gave him a narrow-eyed, steely look, but did not move.
	"If I find out that one of you did this to me," he hissed in a savage manner, with a look of unmitigated hatred on his face, "you'll wish I'd killed you here and now."  He locked his baleful gaze on each of the three staring females in turn, making all of them, even Triana, flinch from the power of his stare and look away.
	It was primal, but he couldn't control it.  He showed them his fangs, a dangerous snarl, crouching somewhat in a very aggressive posture, his claws out as he pointed at Triana.  "Do you know who did this?" he demanded in a voice that would brook no hedging in the matter.
	"No," she answered levelly.  "But are you sorry for it?"
	"I'm sorry I never got the chance to decide," he said in a hissing tone.
	"That's not saying it wasn't your choice."
	"It was my choice, but taking that choice away is as good as turning me against my will!" he said in a furious tone, almost shouting.
	Triana lifted her chin, a nearly challenging act, staring him in the eyes.  "Then you chose to be what you were meant to be."
	"I was satisfied with it after it was made for me," he said in a hot manner.  "It's not the same."
	"The end justifies the means.  You say so yourself.  Don't get hypocritical on me now, cub."
	Unable to reply to that, trapped by his own words, he could only glare at her coldly, but his anger had lost its bite in her eyes.  He knew that.  He may be able to intimidate the others, but Triana wouldn't be patently afraid of him.  Then again, little he could do would put Triana off for long.  She was too old and too wise and grizzled to be afraid of him for long.
	Jesmind finally stirred, and her moving seemed to break Jasana of some kind of paralysis.  She ran over to her mother and knelt by her as she sat up woozily, her eyes glassy and blood flowing liberally from both corners of her mouth and her nose.  Tarrin's blow probably crushed every bone in her face, and it probably poured a great deal of blood into her mouth and nasal cavity before the damage was repaired.  She looked up at him in confusion, and not a little bit of hurt.
	"Don't cow eyes at me, witch," Tarrin said brutally.  "I'm furious with you over how you treated me when I was human.  I'm not going to forgive you any time soon."
	"I did what I had to do to keep you," she declared, but her voice was a bit slurred.
	"What you did was drive me away!" he shouted at her.
	"You'll get over it.  If I have to wait a few hundred years, that's fine.  I'm patient."
	"Now you're patient," he said with barely disguised contempt.
	"I got what I wanted," she said shamelessly, looking up at him.  "Now that I know you're Were again, I can rest easy.  That's all that mattered to me."
	Tarrin was a bit outraged by her declaration, but it fit in with what he knew of her, and he knew her very well.  Jesmind could be rather patient when she needed to be.  After all, she'd moved to Aldreth and waited there for him for nearly two years, knowing he would come back eventually.  But the fear and uncertainty of what happened to him, the prospect of losing him as a mate forever, had affected her judgement very greatly.  She had acted with great rashness, despite knowing that she was only making him angry and pushing him away from her, but in her rather precarious position, it was all she could think to do, and her need to do something made her do whatever seemed most able to achieve her desired goal in the quickest manner, despite how it may damage their relationship.  She was more than willing to accept him being furious with her, as long as he was Were.  She knew, as he did, that no amount of fury would hold in him forever, and even if it did, all she had to do was bait him into a fight to make him release his anger on her.  After that, the matter would be settled, and it would be forgotten.  It was ever that way between Were-cats.  The fight settled all, and after the fight was done, it was as if it never happened.  She'd done it to him before, and she knew how to go about it.  She knew him almost as well as he knew her.
	It took having his Were nature back to see that, to finally understand Jesmind's actions.  She did everything she d