How strange that such an insignificant little world should matter so much.
The perplexity of it all bothered the Exemplary Cogitator of Expedient Action as she pondered a holographic image of the wolfling world... this Earth... which now lay within sensor range, just out of reach. Oh, how she longed to give the command --
SWOOP DOWN UPON THE NEST OF WOLFLING HERETICS.
END THEIR INSOLENCE, ONCE AND FOR ALL!
But the Exemplary Cogitator restrained herself. For the present, her Calumnite battle fleets dared approach no closer than half a light year. The place was too well defended, and anyway, soon other armadas, representing dozens of rival clans and alliances would be arriving from all over the galaxy to fight each other over the right of conquest. Eventually, of course, the Calumnites would prevail, and finally come to possess what she and her galaxy-spanning race desired most.
The blue-green ball spun before her, swaddled in fleecy clouds, appearing ever so peaceful. Yet it was the home of those trouble-making humans and their uplifted clients -- neo-dolphins and neo-chimpanzees -- a tiny, parvenu clan which had managed in just a few lifespans to thoroughly upset the venerable society of the Five Galaxies.