Dragoncrest Cliffs they're singing along with the banjo

Once or twice, he manged to flick an ear towards Prince's direction, and other than that, it was very easy to focus on the commander for now. While her subject matter is worthy enough, she has him exceptionally attentive thanks to what does not need said. He is glad to not find new worry in anything she shared, even if the details are few and there's plenty of unknowns still. It's something, and a baseline to build a certain sort of image upon just in case he should need something to expect, and a confident aged warrior was not an unfamiliar troupe. The wocha nodded thoughtfully, and clicked his teeth once done. He stowed this information, the old warrior and sea wolf both, for later.

Unsurprisingly, he was eager to agree to keeping it quiet as well. Wildfire's litter, now that it was no longer cancelled thankfully, and Portia's whole still-mending and very possibly-pregnant had him edgy enough. Add in notion of the commander's situation here and now and he just wants to see everyone stay home where they can all help keep track of each other, and effectively ward away all else from these cliffs. "Right. Sounds good," he would pass the word along on patrol to the others on guard, but so much of it came naturally to many of them. Defense would remain their mission and he knew they could keep effectively at it. "Anything else?" he asked, for good measure should she need it. Beyond that, reminded by the mention of Wildfire's impending pups: "Portia's litter will not be until summer, if so," he mentioned, ears shifting out a touch but it was all too early to really know for absolute certain or not--but he would keep track if so in time to come. He was alright with it this way, though, and was in no hurry.. despite wondering if they would have to drive their neighbors off in earnest before then. Another if--but if so, just in case, he could prepare for the possibility in the meantime.