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Following his report, Jinx provided him with an opportunity to state how he might go about it differently, encouraging it rather with her question. Ira deliberated at first, having not considered such things even as he relayed his observations to her. For a few seconds he tried to think about as an Alpha what he would have them do to keep habits from forming. "I would tell them to mix up the order of their duties," Thoughtful expression twisted into a scowl in a matter of seconds. "That does not solve it though, does it?" Patterns could still be made and there were ony so many combination available. Skin and short silken fur between his eyes wrinkled in intricate thought. No, that was only a temporary fix. So, the only other approach was what might deter him from sneaking into a pack's borders? "The dead," He blurted in an enlightened manner, having reached an epiphany. Looking back up at her lips spliced to explain, "Give savages the false assumption that the borders are weak, let them sneak in. Give no quarter and show no mercy. Kill them and pose the bodies at strategical points of the borders. A warning, threat and a promise." That would likely keep Ira from braving the chances. Fear was dangerous but it was also extremely useful.

Ira watched her with unbidden anticipation wanting to know what she thought of his (rather disturbing) idea of using fear where wolf power failed.

Ira took Jinx's offered advice in regards to eavesdropping into serious consideration, nodding that he understood. While that tactic could work when he was full grown there ran a potential it would only get him laughed at currently. His intellect had far surpassed his age and size, giving to his impatience to be at least adult sized. His rapid growth was alleviating said impatience but he was still comparatively small compared to the standard adult. Still just a child in some aspects besides physical.