Grouse Thicket The War Room

The others had their questions, just as Reek thought they would. After all, the choice to strip an entire pack of their home wasn't a choice made lightly in any sense. But at this point, it was no longer a question of morality. There was no good or bad, only survival. Reek turned to Dagfinn and nodded. "Yeah, Tam will watch the kids," he confimed. With the frost taking his toes, the kid was in no condition to fight along side the rest of them. However, he could still be useful to the whole. In a time of war, no matter how unexpected, every member of the pack was expected to pull their own weight in whatever way they could.

When it came down to talk strategy, Reek was ready to lay down a plan. "As far as I can tell," he continued, "there's anywhere between four to eight of them." As far as numbers went, Reek felt the odds were reletively even. "If we leave before dawn, we can take them by surprise and make a clean sweep." He then turned to his wife. "We can take them -- we have to." Victory was the only option.