Whitefish River Desolation comes upon the sky,,

The Count gave a huffed chuckle at the other's response. She wasn't wrong, their tactics at gaining allies certainly weren't good relations 101, but perhaps they were just that dumb. Dumb or just didn't care, one was more dangerous than the other and that's what cast a shadow over the roan woman's head. No, to my knowledge they have no allies.

Continuing along, Ira led Orlaith to their northern most borders. The Saints no longer remained in the woods that laid in the vast distance, but old locations were still worth noting in case any decided to linger or return for something. The only one who appeared a threat to me was their leader, Donovan. Purely for his size and muscle, though actual tactics have yet to be seen. He's a bit bigger than both of us, but with the right kind of skill, I wouldn't be too concerned.

Ira motioned with a tilt of her head past the borders to the great beyond hoping the other would follow her gaze. For a while they resided in a forest north of here, but the neighboring packs along with Kaistleoki forced them to leave.