The Sunspire As close as strangers

"Not to us - to my knowledge they have been lying pretty low now, but it might be that between three packs this side of the valley is pretty big enough for us all," Wraen replied. Having never experienced any malice from them, she wondered now and then, whether they were just as bad as they had been painted. But then the scar on Rannoch's neck spoke for itself. If one of their members had been capable of murder, then how could one know that others weren't just as bad. 

"There was an attempt to leave on good terms," Wraen began slowly, though it was evident from her expression that this topic was still difficult for her to discuss. And as much as she wanted to tell that her former alpha was a self-centered madman, she realized that talking shit behind their backs did not tell anything good about her. Diplomacy was always the key, no matter, how you really felt. "But they did not want to have it. I think that it has to do with their philosophy - that, if you join, you stay there for life," she continued, not realizing that very soon she and the rest of the leaders would be put in Moonspear's shoes within few days. 

"Some things were said on both sides and I don't think that we will be able to fix it in this lifetime," she finished. "But I agree with you - having an ally instead of an enemy is always better."