Sun Mote Copse Hidalgo

Wraen felt truly sorry for Niamh and Finley, but their loss was not the same as hers. Colt had been more like a work colleague to her, fun-boss to have around. For her his death was an inconvenience (but, when had demise been convenient), but not a reason for grief, and she was able to look past this in the future with a cool and clear mind. Her mind had already been working on possible solutions for the situation and was glad that Elwood had gone straight to the practical matters. Had it been her to offer it first, others would have thought of her as a heartless bitch. 

"We are in a good place for the small game - we should be well-off for the next two months or so," Wraen glanced around, but mainly addressed Eljay and Elwood. "Winter - on the other hand - might prove to be difficult. We can ally with either of the sister packs for the big hunts, but - let's face it - what are the odds all of us having enough? Kids are not getting any smaller,"  all that she was saying now, probably fell on deaf ears to both of the mourning she-wolves. 

"Frankly speaking, we as a whole do not have many options in the worst case scenario. It's either splitting up and going our separate ways and joining packs that would have us, or we stay together and hope that it never comes to it," Wraen finished. "I would be fine with whichever decision you make," her gaze lingered at Finley and then at Niamh. "It's your choice really. If after all that's happened, you do not wish to remain here, I will understand."