The Floodlands The driving force of nature

A small smile fancied the Lady's face as tension settled between the trio, Malice taking a deep breath. She had to keep in mind that Arthendal was secret, mostly everything was secret- and she was forbidden to speak about it. If only Burke were there to calm her down a little, but Aeronwyn was doing a fine job too. She was afraid to be too nice, not able to put her paw down if it came to that. Her eyes flickered to her comrade, eyes silently saying that this would end well.

Alekto visited your borders some time ago if I am not mistaken, though what we would discuss here has not been revealed to me just yet. I assume it is something about hunting grounds, or a companionship between our two packs. She said in her calming voice, water dripping from her coat still. I'm sorry to announce that a companionship will not come- though that does not mean we have to be enemies. We like to handle our own problems in the isle, we have no need or use for a contract of any sort between us and others. She said in a more serious tone, wanting to sound like Burke. She was speaking for the both of them- for the whole pack.

I am willing to listen to thoughts about the hunting grounds, though. She said with a nod and a friendly wave of her chocolate brown tale.