Blackfeather Woods Trying to fit a square inside a circle

She was aware different groups had different names for Spirit. The same all loving, all leading, at times merciful and motherly, and at others wrathful and dark, feminine presence. 
"I do not often meet a male that knows the ways of Spirit. Where I have traveled from, males were excluded from much. They were not allowed to be in the dens, or be seen with pups below their sixth full moon. They were not allowed to approach a shewolf for breeding purposes unless she and the high Priestess allowed it first. Many of my pack chose to cull male pups, drown them or feed them to the Ravens." 
She had no concept of how horrifying this might be to a stranger. To her, it was how things were. There was no questions to why.
"I will see this pack of yours for myself when the time comes. I have no qualms about an Alliance if they are all as mild mannered as yourself." 
It was an interesting proposition- training female warriors for her pack, sending males to his to do whatever they pleased with them.  "That would be most appreciated."