In the short time since he’d assumed the mantle of Ulagu - barely over one year - Timpoochee molded his manner into one commanding respect, exuding dignity even though he was still quite young.
He turned to Onacona, their eyes met, Timpoochee’s with intention.
“Our people made a pledge of peace and we will not go back on that pledge,” he said, sternly. “We are at war with no one and will be treated in like manner, I am sure.”
“You are always sure,” replied Onacona.
Timpoochee noted the disrespect in his tone.
“You were sure of peace in the dead and destroyed we found. You were sure of peace as the Creek warriors continue to fight. You were sure of peace as Yonega marches on us, as their wars continue all around us.”
“That is quite enough,” barked Timpoochee. “We are all quite aware of your resentment toward peace. Sometimes I think you wish you’d gone with your brother MoonLake to follow Tecumthe.
“You were born with the blood of the woodpecker, as was he. You will never be happy until you can satisfy that unhealthy quest for blood. What makes you a valued hunter makes you difficult as a man."
"We do not know of MoonLake," said Onacona.
"We know," Timpoochee thought to himself but did not say. No one but Rising Fawn knows what the Nunnehi revealed.
“But if it is true what the runners told us of war of the Yonega harbor you will likely see your fill of spilled blood," Timpoochee said.
“But I remind you of your station - that being peaceful, not prone to war.”