The jaguar watched, holding her tongue, as the conversation went on and on in wild directions. The leader spoke of their religion in a much stronger way than the feline and the giant serpent. Besides, the odd invitation to go into one of their dens – further into their damn territory! – while practically being lied to… well, that sit poorly with her stomach. Looking pointedly up at the golden reptile, she calmly asked, “Why is Jiyu here the best for religious matters?” She threw his exact words back at his face, flicking her tail as she shot a glance at the silver-haired lion, “When your leader is quite informed on the practices and, as your leader, is ultimately responsible for their implementation?” Vale hated two-faced religious bastards, especially when it came to persecuting people for the fuck of it. The church treated witches like her terribly, in her human life, and the church didn’t even perform sacrifices with live animals.

The woman’s hazel eyes shot to the calico next, tail lashing. “All I’m hearing from you are excuses on why your practices are morally correct. You claim it’s necessary, but I do not see proof it is necessary,” she said, growing a bit heated. The witch never managed to subdue her emotions for long. “Even if it were necessary, your explanations at a ‘humane’ sacrifice doesn’t make sense. Every opportunity to escape? One on one fight? Attempt an escape? It sounds more like a cop out – oh they were strong enough to get out, how wonderful! Cut the bullshit, if you really need sacrifices that bad, you can’t afford to be choosy beggars and play with your food. Pick one or the other – are you doing this because you need to or because it’s sport? And give me a fucking straight answer this time, little Miss Better at Religious Practices than Leader Man.” As Vale’s temper ran hotter, her diplomacy started falling away by the sentence.