Bramblepoint bide my time

"Nothing more than to be free of ze Wilderness,"
and herein the silver had made her own decisions stifled, for although the lune-lopers had indeed proved themselves innumerably hospitable to her and hers, this impending sense had been brought about by all those else who the hydra's many heads hissed with. And might indeed did the queen of Moonspire have, and entrust the furthered decision to stay within the Weald by word of her own wolves she did, and yet ...

Many things were amiss. 

As a strider herself, perhaps too easily she took note of the wandering-strain within the flamed's step— "There is nigh but ze earth renting itself apart."  A dull, almost dismal shiver of shorn muzzle,  "It has forced ze wilderbeasts to flee north ... if I may assume that you stride for quarry?"

For what else would such be? Had the gilded glory not come from those spires, too, when her innards had gnawed the same as the silvers'?