Moonspear Frosty the snowman

To her, it would be a stretch for there to be other predator involvement like Galaxy's first disappearance's circumstances again. She tried to keep thoughts like those very faraway from her attentions, ones that seemed far more likely and tangible in this day and age, so it was relatively easy to shelve that topic with a nod--since she had nothing positive to contribute, anyway. She was keen enough to scheme about which neighbor to hate the most this time.

Oh.. they are far off. Over the barrier mountains. she said, catching the narrow to his midnight eyes. At least they were. Hydra's little informant stopped by to say so back in the late summer, she mentioned on the edge of a smirk. They had stayed irrelevant to them all here since. Besides the isolated phenomenon of Titmouse, they usually were of very low concern, and while Gannet had begun to grow on her during his time here, it felt ingrained in her very nature to be mistrustful of all things Redhawk. Evidently whatever was left of them took off when Blackfeather held onto their woods. For his information, since that war had been inconclusive, depending on who looked at it.

Cannot say exactly, but there is usually some group having cropped up somewhere along those coastlines. Usually to her, they didn't really last long enough to matter. Whether it was resources, the weather, or luck, something never seemed to bode well for their longterms. Plus, Drageda is far north, but that one is out there.. None of them had motivations, and all of them were too far away for just a casual visit to check in and see if anyone had heard anything. The wolf you knew from Blackfeather—are they still there? Or have you heard from them? she asked, curious to find out more about it if so, with that pack long-lasting and shrouded in mystery anyway.