Larksong Grotto what are we made of but hunger and rage?

While Reek explained what was going on, Thuringwethil remained still in her posture. Questions bubbled up in her mouth, concerned for the direction he was taking. Even though what he asked for does not surprise her, she doesn't quiet feel settled with her unease. He had reasons for settling so close to his old claim—a foolish notion that she couldn't even fathom a reason he might stay so close—and the prospective relationship they could share sound selfish, even if he offered an arrangement. Sleeping Dragon just had their roots in the ground and their security, while becoming stronger each day, was nothing but a mewling infant in the wake of Seageda.

"What reasons would cause disregard for the longevity and safety of your wolves that you need to ask for help?" Her voice did not change, genuine concern for his decision. "I'm not interested in joining a war with the Phoenix wolves to ensure your claim."

He may not be as close as when the Seadogs (which aren't even on the sea, let's be real) tried to settle on her front yard and does not quite warrant chasing away his claim. They could find an arrangement that would work that they could live in peace away from one another but Reek's intentions sound far more detailed than he'd let on. Or perhaps Thuringwethil wanted more out of it than he'd prepared for.