Dragoncrest Cliffs god is a shapeless hunger

All too suddenly, he thumbed through their ranks--their guard, his friends and packmates, and tried to rationalize their best to go, or stay, all while striking the balance for both ends--even when he didn't really like any of it. He had never once volunteered the notion of himself, not right now.. not when even a trip to Blackfeather had soured him as badly as it had. Blixen's offer stood.. and though he hated to part with her, he knew she could help. Artaax occurred to him soon after, since Robin had already gone from the cliffs to another branch (and of course he wished Sirio had ever amounted to a wolf able for contention here). Eske was a possibility, as was their faithfully silent scout Hush. Although he really did prefer they all stay here with him.

He dispelled all thought of it quickly at the Heda's words, and as it all came to be, she sorted through them and with it went her choices. Dio couldn't argue. She would take with her skilled wolves, and she would be in capable, trusted company.

Ideally she make short work of whatever exactly it was that called for her in Trigeda, war noise included, and come back to them soon. Ideally, this would not be so difficult. But Helix offered no major resistance to the idea and he watched Blixen most of all. His agreement was just a quiet, deep nod.