Whitebark Stream remember me for centuries

The woman offered her opinion, what she had observed of Sleeping Dragon ...of his Heda with an honesty that Semet found startling. The scout was silent, contemplative as he listened to her venting, noting the subtle hints of frustration within her tone. Though she spoke against The Commander — of whom Semet had known a very long time and was loyal to — he did not speak up in her defense; mostly because Thuringwethil did not need him to defend her. This issue was between them — the leaders and did not involve the Scout. He was not The Commander, nor her Second and thus politics were not something he deigned to involve himself in. 

Semet did not expect anything less from Heda, though, he conceded mentally as he processed Saena's statement. He did not agree with such abrupt hostilities but it was their way. How it had always been; and how it would always be. “Such hostility isn't right,” The grounder rumbled in a contemplative murmur; though his tone was loud enough for Saena to hear. “so long as it is not directly on their borders or within their claimed lands.” Yet, from the way the pregnant woman spoke, it didn't sound as if that was the case. He was all for following one's instincts but co-existing had to begin somewhere because they would never be the only pack. There would always be others ...and perhaps a time when they would need aid of packs outside their own. He saw this as a consideration not because he cared either way but because it was some semblance of self-preservation; or at least this was what he told himself.