Whitefish River and eyes flecked with ash

The silver girl offers a direction, a place along the mountain range. Perhaps Reiko knew of them as she has done some exploring through there. She too had passed over the mountains, but apparently not south enough to encounter this pack. Noted. It was a relief to hear that the attacker too was left in a disabled state, or at least one where she would not be pursuing now.

Ravensblood Forest. The name was foggy, but she recalled one of their scouts traveling there once. At the time the area had been empty, but if there were only two then they must have recently settled. An aggressive group nearby was not good news though, worse that they wanted to form a pack. The Count's maw twisted into a frown as the facts settled in her memory. I see. Troubling indeed, it would do us no good to have them settle close to our lands. For now, it is just the two?

Should their group remain small they could be handled. Perhaps they could even wait until her children were old enough to care for themselves, but that might be too idealistic. The longer they reside the longer they had the chance to grow and fester like an open wound.