Ankyra Sound the long way round

If Wildfire has no objections, you can write Thur off -- if so, then I'll rely again.

He speaks even if she had not addressed him and it takes effort to look in his direction as he stumbles over his words. Nothing sticks out to her that he will be useful aside from obedience when clearly his loyalty is swayed by the size of one pack. Her jaw sets, clenching to hide back the words she really wants to say as her mate puts her in a difficult position. They don't need any extra hands with the children, as far as she's concerned, and he doesn't seem favorable enough to even allow him near her own.

"Drageda is not small," she says after a moment, "I do not have room for wolves that cannot handle growth."

Thuringwethil looks to him again and finds nothing of use but the weight of her mate causes her hesitance. She opens her mouth to speak again but nothing comes as she sorts through what she really wants to say. The last thing she needs is sway on decision from someone outside her council but she knows it'll lead her into a headache. For a moment, she sucks in a breath and holds it there, rolling her answer over in her head.

"He stays on the outskirts until he proves himself," she says with a pause. It is far more than what she prefers to give and a lot less than she'd offer anyone coming to her claim. "He is not to be around the children until I say otherwise." Thuringwethil gives him one more look of stern warning before resting on her mate should she object.