Moonspear did you know, did you know?

"Not let him die?" Wraen suggested with a wry smile and for the sake of Gannet and the sisters she hoped for the best. That the foot would not get infected, that he would not meet the same fate as the coyote. There wasn't really much what to do or how to help the young man - aside from keeping him warm, well-fed and restraining him from any action. But from a rational viewpoint the captive was an unneccessary burden to the pack - there was no use of him.

"The question here is, how long can Moonspear afford to take care of him? Generally speaking if things stay the same - that is not the problem. However, if the weather changes and there is shortage of food?" Wraen had met the young man herself, liked him and felt sorry for him. But she had been part of Moonspear wolves long enough to prioritize her pack-members, leaders and their offspring higher than any injured stranger in their care. 

"And when it comes to that - is Redhawk caldera equipped to support him, because he might be out of the game even after the broken limb has healed," she continued. "You know them better than I do, you know your family better than I - what are Gannet's chances in the worst case scenario?"