Arrow Lake it's broken

there were a few, praimfaya thinks as renard states that they didn’t think there was a pack that wasn’t looking for donovan’s blood. sagtannet, she counts; of which mahler had made it clear they didn’t want to get into the middle. perhaps some of the others she didn’t know about. even so, the true message was clear: donovan was a fool and was better at making enemies than he was friends. praimfaya had wondered all along how long it would take before the saints brought the ire of those that would band together to extinguish them upon their heads.

the press of astara’s paw in the pliable earth, leaving a print, is clear enough to praimfaya. ursus will stand with them. it was an alliance that praimfaya had never thought she’d have, but is suddenly glad for. their interest aligned and presently, that was enough. her trust did not have to extend beyond the fact that right now, the blackbird and her wanted the same end.

we’ll be glad for your help. praimfaya tells astara, accepting and hoping to cement it. she isn’t sure how eager her contacts would be to work with ursus but perhaps differences could be set aside for the interest of the greater goal that binds them. this was, praimfaya feels the whispers of the commanders of past against her skull, much of how the first coalition was formed. survival at it’s core.

the saints threatened their survival, whether they saw it or not. attacking cubs. letting their members challenge leaders without consequences. it was a plague that needed snuffed out before it could be allowed to repopulate and spread. we’re laying false trails on the off chance that any of them will care to try to follow us, praimfaya informs astara, gesturing to renard and herself.

we’re heading north-west to speak to my contacts, to see if we can rally them to the cause. she thinks there is a good chance they will stand with them …but the ‘in case’ lingers in her tactician’s mind. it is always good to have a contingency plans.