Grouse Thicket A black fly in your chardonnay.

"True. But here you are and I am the strange person, who has found you," Wraen tilted her head to the side and smiled in a slightly amused manner, enjoying this conversation every minute more. Organizing and rationing food did sound practical and clever, perhaps, it would have saved Sunspire from a certain doom, but then again, how did you tell two alpha pairs not to breed? Or cull the bastards of a low-ranked female, who had joined the group already pregnant? The idea was good, but Wraen would not want to take the responsibility of executing it. You could not think about people as things. When you did, you were in trouble.

"More space - more options. It comes with a price, but I have stayed alive and been well-fed and fairly free to do, what I want, or go, when I get tired of one place," she explained her point of view, but her tone did not attempt to convince the other. Each of them were used to a different place. "How did you come here then - it seems that you were very fond of your home?" Why leave it now?