Silvertip Mountain Somebody gimme a beat

June's question about the war made the brute straighten her body a bit before settling down. Krypton had to think a bit, staring at her paws before coming up with the entire memory. It was merely a pack meeting that Fitz called, merely asking for the opinions of the other wolves. Looking towards the ghost, Krypton cleared her throat. "We had two packs within very close proximities to us, threatening our prey numbers" she started off, shifting her front paws a bit. "One pack, Moonlit hills, wouldn't move it's borders back. The alpha didn't comply to your father's wishes of peace and threatened our ways in Silvertip." Krypton didn't meet any of the Moonlit wolves, but she already had a distaste for them. Not even wanting to regard with peace was an insult to the brutish girl, along with the rest of her family. "They left at least, disbanding a bit later for an unknown reason" she said softly. She paused a bit, thinking about the pack. It had a familiar scent, though she wasn't sure what it was from. Her eyes feel upon her paws once more, becoming the tiniest bit quiet.

Thinking it was rude to stop the story, Krypton continued to recap the events. "Soon after, another pack moved in. Neverwinter Forest. They still share a border with us, and your uncle Steady and brother Mason already left to meet with them. The meeting went well at least, we have made progress with peace." Krypton remembered watching the meeting from afar, making sure no wolf could attack the betas from the side or behind. "So far, we have been doing great since, except for the famine" she sad, sadness tainting her tone.