The Bracken Woods There will come a poet,

Cenric’s knee jerk reaction to the proposal was disgust, though the change in his features were subtle. His eyes narrowed and his mouth twisted ever so slightly. 

Sharing land with a group of complete strangers well... it wasn’t ideal to say the least. The Déorwine’s had always kept to their own kind and he’d prefer to keep it that way. But he’d be a fool to deny the idea wasn’t good on paper. They needed their strength to search for their kin, what better way to build that up than seeking refuge in an established pack? That didn’t make him loath the idea any less.

Cenric turned his head and closed his eyes. If that’s the best course of action then so be it, he replied coolly. This wouldn’t be something he’d fight his sister over. It’s a pointless argument.