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Though it was very clear to her that her family was in danger being so near the Blackfeather wolves, she was fearful of doing anything that might put them in even more danger. Taking a physical stand against them would certainly do that, as would taking the verbal route. A younger, child-free version of herself would have stormed their territory without hesitation, but she had too many lives riding on her for that now. Even now, she would be more than happy to risk herself. She'd have done it gladly, in fact. But not now. Not with her little ones - and that included the kids that weren't so little anymore.

"We need help," she said after a moment of consideration, "We can't be the only pack they've tormented. What about our neighbors? I'll bet you anything Betty would bring all of Drageda back in a heartbeat once she learns about what happened to Wiffle." Now those wolves were warriors. Excitement began to pulse in her heart as she thought more about it. The few wolves she'd seen from the coastal pack had been impressive, even the young ones Thur had brought with them.