Swiftcurrent Creek i won't be on long enough

"You were always observant, Fox," Lecter muttered dryly, though his eyes leapt with good humour. "I have come to tell you that the Vale has been besieged by a rockslide. I have been tending their injured." One pale eartip flicked. "They will not last, Fox, and another pack may rise in their place. I suggest you stake claim to the hunting grounds they will leave as soon as possible, lest you find yourselves ... squeezed."

His reasons for his words were unclear, but the resonance of his voice promised truth; he did not lie, and while he liked Xi'nuata well enough, without a healer, with many wolves compromised, unable to be saved by any means, the Vale would crumble. Perhaps he offered the information as a gift to the firebolt, but Lecter did not himself know. It was doubtful even wily little Fox would, though he would not put it past her.