Silver Creek Crawl until we feed the soil

unwilling to make enemies so early in the game, grayson thought it best not to challenge this wolf. granted, rosings may not forever honor this request, for grayson was grayson and he would do what he wanted. but for the time being, as women took up majority of their ranks... grayson would not fight this.

"we will stay out of your hair, niamh," he told his in a gruff voice, pale gaze falling across her figure. she was a striking type -- ginger and honey dripping across her back. "and i will keep an eye on the shadewood, thank you for the intel," he added, chin tilting as his gaze settled back upon her -- less wandering now. "if you need any help with them, rosings is here. i extend our warriors to you," he added with a flick of his ear. he and his brothers, and it would seem ilkisis, would be valuable to any pack looking to squash beef. once and for all. he waited for a response.