Heads up! Bandits!

It was true, the wolf FitzDutiful had met and very nearly crossed the borders, the signs had been there that he had been thinking about it and FitzDutiful didn't dare think about what would happen if that had been the case. Kero carried on enlightening him about the new pack and when he mentioned the poisoned rabbit, FitzDutiful growled. That was going too far, too far.

"Thank you," he said through gritted teeth, "Our young are beginning to venture out, I'll alert the pack to not bring back anything that they didn't personally kill themselves." If it wasn't bad enough that they were leaving poisoned meat around, the Silvertip Mountain was currently without a healer. It was time to get onboard with that for it seemed like they needed a healer more than ever - at least he could work on his naturalist trade and start figuring out what was odd scents of poison so that he could double check the meat that his children were fed.

"I'm afraid I don't have much in the way of news to pass on. We've pretty much been keeping to ourselves of late." Why would they not? If packs wanted to wage war then it didn't concern them. They currently had no alliances with anyone and would only consider one with the Plateau for their close proximity to each other.