Blackfeather Woods waiting on the edge of night

" An ally for an ally, then. You have my word." she intoned, dipping her head. she watched the girl a moment, before beginning. " There is a pack, to the north of here. One called Ganador. I have dwelt in their ranks for weeks, now, and theirs is a pack of peace-loving sheep. I desire power over it, and for that I require warriors, to help me subdue them." she offered, a clipped, shortened version of what was to transpire. 

"Their leader is weak. Their numbers are few. They have only 3 capable fighters, and they have young." young, that could be exploited, young that could be snatched away and made useful. but that went unsaid, for surely that idea was quick enough to grasp.