Deepwood Weald hui oilima man kiluva?

She was quiet amongst the others, perhaps due to the lingering feeling of unfamiliarity. Yet, she stood with them as if they were her own and listened to the dove that was in front of her. Gracious wasn't a strategist, she didn't think of things like this in terms of who could benefit and who could die. Yet, in this sort of time where the earth was continuing to crumble underneath her feet, she had no choice but to think in a way that would benefit hopefully not just herself, but others as well.

"I know not of this land," she chimed in softly, as her eyes glazed over the others around her, "nor the other wolves that inhabit it. But we should find an opportunity that fits us best. Being under the power of this hydra..." she paused, "may save us. But she can easily hurt us just as much. Politeness may only go so far until she calls upon us to spill our own blood against the enemies who we don't even know the names of." Survival is key at this moment, maintaining the lives of others while possible, finding fresh water and food. Fighting when they were too weak may as well be the end of the Court.