Sun Mote Copse wandering through broken shadows

So there are two would-be packs around the Redhawks? Not good. Natjuk has never been in a conflict for territory but he knows they do not always end well. The mention of envoys is heeded with a twinge of the ears. Are the wolves around here of more diplomatic leanings? Well, fighting against an established pack may not be wise, but if one has the numbers...he can see confrontations turning to blood very quickly. Winter makes beasts of all.

I will keep an eye out for Ambrose. Might as well. I wish the best for you and yours, Niamh. Darkness swaddles them both. Now may not be an opportune time to hunt but he feels at peace, brought to focus by gloom and stillness. Strangely revitalizing. He turns his back to leave, his pace slow should she wish to speak once more before he disappears into the trees.