Moonspear you win or you die

They were to be allies, a note that darkened his thoughts surely as it did swiftly. He understood the premise and the logic behind it; her reasonings in doing so were hardly without merit. She was a shrewd tactician. Better to have such sure-fanged kith on their side than potentially against it, and even more so if they were setting up nearby.

But it wasn't so much the arrangement that disturbed his thoughts, but rather the suggestion that the idyllic nature of their cornered world was coming to an end. The height of summer was past, leaving only the downward descent of winter to fill the void, and what then? He knew well the perils the turning seasons would bring, and felt the budding concern.

"So long as they stay from our hunting grounds then I suppose it would be beneficial to have an extra set of eyes further out." The children kept him from roaming and soon the trembling earth would too. It seemed a shame that they needed to be cautious of other sorts, but he was more familiar with the unsavory sorts that lingered beyond their claim more than ever.