Phoenix Maplewood It's all part of a grander plan

She nodded, accepting Esaro's compliance and assurance as if it were law. Based on the reaction of the volcano wolves, it more or less was the law now. The alpha female felt penned in, and troubled thoughts began to dance in her mind at the idea of having the north cut off from them by a band of wolves who had made a poor decision themselves. There was no reason to do anything about it—should that pack harm another of hers, she would likely bring the war to their doorstep without giving them the opportunity to do anything about it—but until that happened, Saena was content with all of them staying below the river.

Esaro made a suggestion and she shook her head with a faint smile, as if mocking his naivety, but she meant it well enough. "Best not to concern yourself with becoming friends with those outside your home, Esaro," she advised. "None of them are friends, and I would sooner send them packing than extend a hand of friendship toward them after they launched an assault on one of ours. No, there is no chance of them becoming friends with us, because we don't make friends with our rivals, and certainly not with those who would make us enemies." By definition that was every pack wolf beyond the borders of the maplewood. They all competed for resources; that hardly made any of them friends.