Dragoncrest Cliffs if only the sea could sleep

He took in Heda's words with quiet outrage; he knew Arrille had to be guilty of more than just leaving. It had been obvious from his packmates' reactions, he thought-- he would perhaps always be oblivious to the fact that they had not known any more than he had.
The pale boy suppressed a shudder at the thought that Drageda could easily have been attacked in that time of vulnerability. He turned his focus away from the past war-- it was done now. Surely Blackfeather Woods would no longer be a threat after losing a war against two packs. But the pack in the Sound-- Prince had a feeling this could not go well. He kept quiet, but his gaze swept over his packmates briefly. Heda's plan was wise, but he knew from experience that some of the wolves they dealt with were not; the idea was in no way pleasing to him, but he couldn't help but consider that perhaps war was unavoidable.