"At least Ishka did something right for once." Hoshtak snorted. "No offense, Ruler Menadion, but there's no point for a soul in staying behind."
"How can you say that?" Rhana roared in grief and rage. "Our whelp is dead!"
"He had only one job!" Hoshtak stood up, towering above her in even greater rage. "Ishka had to stay safe! To stay with us until he was capable of taking care of himself! What did he do, instead?
"He constantly snuck out of the safety of our lair to fight this monster or that beast without giving us the time to prepare some decent equipment for him!" The male Wyrm roared with such strength that the cave trembled, and then his voice dropped to a whisper. "He had one job, and he failed. We failed him."
Hoshtak lowered his neck in a hunch, every trace of aggression disappeared from his posture. Rhana dropped the argument, realizing that her husband's pain was no lighter than her own. Hoshtak just expressed it differently.
