Fairspell Meadow It's not murder, it's ketchup

Under normal circumstances, the pale Beta would not have told the younger Wildfire about their young, about the attack. But it was one that she wanted to be prepared for in the event that it was not just a one-off, as the other had put it. "They came in the night," She offered a little more information before answering the next question with a strong and prideful "No." She would have never been able to live with herself if she had allowed the death of one of the leading pair's young. She also would not reveal that they had lost one of their wolves at all, if only because no wolf outside of themselves needed to know their ranks had weakened, even slightly. 

Such a thought made her mind turn to the time she'd spent out here so far. It was probably long enough that she should return to the Spire now and make another round of patrols, to ensure that they would lose no others. Had she not nearly attacked the young wolf, she would have felt fine with leaving without saying anything else but there was the teeniest amount of guilt that had brewed in her chest. "You sure you're good?" She asked, perhaps a bit awkwardly, wanting to make sure the boldly colored female wouldn't keel over and die two minutes after she left.