Hushed Willows unruhestifter

She listened with full interest as always, excited at  the possibility of new neighbors. If they were friendly enough to come visit, and with the man acting professional and kind, she believed they'd make wonderful wolves to live near. She knew not what to think of his lady friend, Wylla - she was rather quiet and acting just a tad odd - nothing to become suspicious of, but the girl was nothing but observant. Without much muscle to back up her existence, she'd had to rely on her observation, intuition and her wits all of her life. If she knew it was as silly as the word fae sounding a bit like gay, she'd probably chuckle too.

Before she could begin the real conversation, Eleuthera joined her and spoke as if she'd already met these wolves. The queen was a bit surprised at this, but she had made mention of another pack less interested in their cause to strike evil down before it had the chance to spread... Could this Sagtannet be that pack? Were they moving because of the Saints being near?

Eleuthera, how nice of you to join us. She greeted with a dip of her muzzle, then she turned to Sagtannet pair. It's a pleasure meeting you both. She started. Excuse me for asking, but was your move caused by something specific? A less than friendly pack moving nearby, for example? She asked - with much weighing on her mind, the petite fae had no time for chit-chat and small-talk. They'd had their short pleasantries and introductions, now she wanted to know more.