Porcupine Ridge welcome to the neighborhood

Jhala accepted what he said and had nothing else to say. Capriccio spoke then, and he looked to her with quiet patience, his collected image not withering under the hardness of her gaze and the iciness of her words. He understood their concerns, and did not fault them for it even if he did not agree with their preferences on how to handle the matter.

"I think little of them," he clarified firmly with a flick of his tail. It was not respect for them that guided his decisions; any respect he could possibly have had was shredded when they settled beside them knowingly. His voice softened. "It's not honor that I care about. It is the wellbeing of my wolves," his muzzle swept around them, gathering them all into his circle of reference and care. His mouth parted to explain more, but he held his tongue. There was nothing else to say that was not a repeat.

The black wolf cleared his throat. "I will be strengthening our markers near their border if anyone wishes to discuss their concerns further. For now, what I said will stand."

He dismissed the meeting with a wave of his tail, and descended from his rock toward the borders.