Ravensblood Forest and now the papers are talking about sedition, and revolution

I’m assuming a loose post order?

 
Zephyr. Black with white markings, green eyes, kill on site – got it. Kill on site gave Olive pause, even if he did hurt Chusi - but she understood that Arturo’s principles were talking here.  The peaceful warrior doubted that Ceannasach would expect her to exterminate another living, breathing wolf. Still, Olive was not apt to test out this theory - but she would protect Chusi in whatever nonviolent way she could muster.
 
What deeply interested Olive was the next topic of discussion, Teaghlaigh’s alliances with the surrounding packs. A smile drew across her maw; she understood these types of politics, finally! The dove had studied their communion with Blackrock Depths and knew what demeanor was expected of her when it came to these strange [yet intimately familiar] wolves. The new name that crossed Arturo’s lips was Donnelaith. Donnelaith! Olive was charmed by the idea of aligning with the pack of healers. The hoyden had experienced their powers firsthand that fateful day at the Totoka River when Deirdre quite literally plucked her from the woefully saturated hands of death. Their meeting had been brief, but consequential. The she wolf had every intention of paying off her debt.
 
To Olive’s surprise, Palisander and Isley seemed disgruntled by the idea. Olive understood the fear of having their purpose usurped and Teaghlaigh left dead in the cold of the oncoming snows – but this was a great opportunity that Olive would not leave underutilized.
 
“I must politely disagree,” Olive started softly, gracefully lifting her body from her reclining position to a potent stance. “I don’t believe that we could find a more appropriate ally. I have not confided this to the family until now, but I owe Donnelaith’s young queen my entire existence. Before I became a part of this family, I was exploring the river that cuts through Ravensblood Forest and divides the coast. The river tried for my life, but it was not my time to leave this earth – Deirdre was my divine intervention. She saved me. Though I am only acquaintances with her, I (quite literally) trust her with my life. I would say the same for any wolf vetted by and associated with her.” She divulged, her timbre lowering at the memory of the scene. It was embarrassing when spoken out loud, as the situation sounded like a childish, puppyhood mistake. But the truth of it was terrifying: the rushing water sweeping her downstream, battering her…her heavy, waterlogged coat and her struggling, ineffective legs. She acutely remembered the sting of inhaled water in the back of her skull as she struggled to keep her head above the current. The element of water had not forsaken her since, but the women now found that she had a difficult time interpreting songs of the lakes, rivers and oceans anymore.

"I understand Isley's concerns about the oncoming winter - perhaps we could strike an accord that included sharing winter resources, supplies, herb stores and food caches, should one of our packs fall upon leaner times?"