Cain raised a brow,
"Is that so..."
Ambrosia cackled and leaned back with her legs crossed,
"You seem surprised. What, you thought I'd be the same as though stupid animals?"
Cain was silent.
Ambrosia sighed,
"To be honest, we have tried to work through our differences in the past. However, it failed royally. Those two are just too stubborn and refuse to bend from their ways, even just a bit."
Cain hummed,
"I think I see what the problem is."
Ambrosia huffed,
"You think you do, but I promise you it is worse than you imagine."
Her eyes narrowed and her tone fell,
"Even worse, my kind need blood to survive. Such is the nature of our curse. Something like that is looked down upon. Those that do not become our thralls are turned into dried up husks. Such a thing adds to the decore so I don't mind it though..."
Cain laughed dryly.
'No. I've figured it out alright.'
Indeed, he had. The apex predators of this island were destined to eventually come to heads.
