Redsand Canyon Time Is A Tool

If they do force us to leave. The thought of the wolf equivalent of the Avengers driving them out of their grounds for a second time drives him up the wall. The hairs on his spine bristle at the mere thought of it. Nothing good would come out of that, for either pack. If the “good” packs have strength in numbers they’d have to use a tactical approach. Poisoning, sabotaging, killing off their prey and starving them out — anything to have them understand they’re not to be driven around like livestock.

Nonetheless Donovan nods positively at their suggestion. “Yes that would be our best bet. They definitely seem willing to help. They also like a bit of bloodshed. I’m sure they wouldn’t miss an opportunity to spill some. So yes I would find them reliable, but truly only time will tell.”

Then Renard brings up another valid point and for a second Donovan smiles at them — he’s glad Renard agreed to joining, they’re quite the asset. “You’re not wrong.” He comments easily. “We will send out spies. Though where they have strength in numbers we would have to take a more cunning approach. Attacking one pack at a time while continuing to be on the defensive. We’d have to stick to methods like poisoning and such. It’s risky but doable.”