Thomas frowns as he received the femur back. The scars along his lips only seem to accentuate the expression as he watches Ekko.
"You speak of unity but then speak of toleration. One is not the other and we must be aware of this." His eyes ease up to those assembled. "What I ask for is not toleration. It implies bare acceptance, a revulsion that shifts underneath our skin. I ask instead for you to embrace all Fera folk. We are all of Gaia, each assigned a role in this grand scheme. The Swara are menders of both fences and hearts, while the Ghural are wisemen and teachers true, and even Nuwisha have a place, as both tricksters and teachers in their own right. Each have a place. Each have wisdom. We must see that before we see the truth of our being a unity caern."
Thomas looks back down to Ekko. His head bows faintly to her.
"I appreciate, however, your wish to aid the sept however you might. I ask all here to call upon Ekko-rhya so she might show her industry. Let us rely more on this woman who was our alpha and still our dear friend."