Gyrfalcon's Keep 5,000,000,000 years

Olive bobbed her head as Kalika spoke, drinking in every word. Olive had become something of a scout during her time with Teaghlaigh, with her penchant for travel and zeal for connectedness [much good it had done her]… but surely this news would impress Arturo and he might tell his poílin that she dd something good, so the woman would be remiss to forget a since word this Nereides woman spoke. It was possible that he already was aware, but Olive wouldn’t have known —  Arturo hadn’t spoken much to her lately, and with good reason: ceannasach was angry she might have brought the wrath of Blackfeather Woods down upon them [a possibility that had yet to become a reality]. To be transparent, Olive had been avoiding Arturo too, and with good reason: she was apprehensive about her family’s safety while living within Arturo’s bleeding forest. Olive, but it was a threat that she never truly shrug off. How could he call her family, yet threaten her in such a macabre manner? But — if it turned out that his threats were hollow and no harm befell her or Dakarai or her babies, some serious relationship-mending and trust building would need to take place, seeing as both parties were at fault. Perhaps the news of this maverick group would aid in the matter of reconciliation. 

“And ours to yours,” she reciprocated with a demure tip of her hat. Then, Olive’s ashen ears flicked forward with profound interest. “From where did your group come? Did you travel far?” her voice was bright, curious about their origins of their faction. Olive was truly a world citizen, eagerly imbibing different cultures and learns to appreciate all.  It was for this reason that exploration, travel and reconnaissance.