Two Rivers Isle We'll drive until the gas is gone

WC: 472

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To Phox’s question, she didn’t have an immediate or direct answer. She still wasn’t sure how many wolves there were, how strong they were, what their work ethic was or how defensive they were. If they were the peaceful sort, they might simply take the suggestion to leave and go with it. If they were the warrior sort, they would likely feel entitled to the land they sought to claim and push back, perhaps even demanding that the Redhawks leave, which Niamh thought would be utterly foolish of them to demand. But then again, she had no idea what to expect, so Phox’s question gave her something to mull over in her mind, and brought new ideas to her that she might not have come up with before.

”Y’know, I dunno.” She admitted honestly. ”I don’t know how many of them there are, whether they’re the peaceful sort of wolves or if they’re a pack of idiots that have just stubbornly settled there and are ignoring the fact that they’re super close to another, well-established pack.”  She confessed, shrugging her shoulders again. She sounded a bit wistful- she truely did wish that she had that sort of information, as it would be useful when planning exactly what it was that they could do with their new neighbours. Niamh had become very accustomed to not having competition for food, except for with lone wolves, or pack wolves who wandered far enough away from their own packlands. Those wolves could be forgiven for wanting a meal as they travelled- but a pack that settled was something completely different. That meant that they would be competition for quite some time.

”I’m kind of thinking that we need to get some information about them, if they really are going to settle there.” She said. ”But I’m kinda tied to the pack right now, what with everything going on.” Yes, she was totally going to hint here and there, hoping he picked up on her message. She herself couldn’t go and mess with a bunch of wolves stringing together to start a pack- but perhaps he could. ”Gotta keep what leaders we have left inside the pack’s boundaries as much as possible, with Raven away looking for Ceara….One of our packmates has been missing for a while,” She said almost tiredly. How long had it been since Ceara had wandered off, now? Niamh had begun to lose faith, and had begun to wonder why they were dividing up their pack so much, for the sake of one wolf. She tilted her head to the side. ”We’ll get it sorted out eventually. Just sucks that these dingos had to go and start settling right now, when we’ve already got enough on our plate.” She complained.

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