Summary
"The Pure Ones? A threat? Hah..." He shook his head. "Those owls of the Great Tree are ignorant to the truth. All of that celebration for the end of that 'war', when they're sitting there ready to be the prey of a force that'll do far worse than what the Pure Ones ever would, and would leave no owl alive." At last, he turned to them, grinning, "And you're going to help me stop it."