Redsand Canyon Said, oh, I’ll never know

As the she-wolf chews on her mouthful of food, her head rising and focus returning to Donovan, she nods in response. If war ever did arrive, perhaps she could remain away from the battlefield and instead help in the healing department. But then she'd need training, and she at least had some background with physical fighting. What a mess this all was.

"Is there any way the packs could avoid a battle? If your ex-ally is upset because Nyra nearly killed one of their younger wolves, going to war would only put that child right back into danger." The woman can't help but release a frustrated huff.

"Fighting over an injured wolf, the fight only increasing the chances of that very wolf being injured again. Perfect reasoning. Absolutely perfect. Ten-out-of-ten, fantastic logic."