Bramblepoint bide my time

"Perhaps all of this is to be expected,"  was the low musing; eyes thrown heavenward, for dreaded red upon the horizon; or bright white within the clouds,  "that ze Wilds thrive upon their own chaos, so near to ze winter. And perhaps still all ze quarry believe they might fare better amongst ze teeth of ze land than that of our own."

Wearied halfsight found the strider's once more; glossing over the emberous figure with the gaze of a contemplative companion considering a fellow champion of terrain. Oh, certainly, she would and could leave by her lonesome, but—  "I have yet to announce my final word with my wolves. We linger beneath ze shadow of another's protection, but ze Wilderness is starving us."  Lashes anchored heavily upon shorn cheek, pensive,  "But we may have to think as ze hunted do: to stay, to starve, or depart ze lands before they eat us, in ze hopes that we ourselves can eat?"

No lofty preachery within the foreign chords; but a tad fretting, almost, and shoulders sighed.  "I cannot allow their hunger to overwhelm them. I must not, if there is any chance of finds within ze Sunspires, or ze Taiga. Not here; not now."