Whitebark Stream prepare the platter

she offers the reason; she'd been right, then, he had posed a threat; and evidently done her, or rather them, harm. her next statement is cryptic, her brow furrows a moment. "he's dead?" she confirms, for she seems entirely convinced of it. 

her next question is somewhat unexpected, though not entirely surprising. she hesitates only a moment; having vetted all the wolves she has with her now and knowing nothing of bhediya's group. but she trusts the woman enough not to have a lunatic among her own, and more bodies to fill their ranks, with winter and the coming season, is an obvious benefit. she dips her head then, sensing that bhediya is not as put-together as she attempts to seem, deciding to put off more detailed conversation until later. "our borders are open to you and yours," she confirms, gesturing over her shoulder. she has further questions, but has the sense to know that now isn't the time.