Whitefish River To the Rivers

Ira’s words held truth while Winter draws closer, it wouldn’t be surprising that more Loners would appear at the border’s edge seeking solace from its icy wrath that steals warmth and chases away food. 
 ❝Don’t worry, I seek to impress. Never disappoint. ❞ Aliana responded confidently with a small wag of her tail. 

Her mother didn’t raise any slouch, even when they were trapped behind those walls, she worked to make sure Aliana and her siblings were raised up on how to work within a pack. All wolves in the pack should strive to make sure the pack prospers in one way or another, there’s no room for failure. Plus this wasn't her first time in a pack that wasn't her Birth Pack.

When Ira spoke of Easthollow, her brows rose ever slightly. So there was some connection. Maybe Ira was Greyback’s … sister? Most likely daughter but she sought not to pry into such things. All that matters is that Easthollow was an ally and they could be possibly dealing with a hostile pack in the Valley.

Now, what interested her more was what would happen if these bear-wolves were a potential threat. ❝If these Ursine turn out to be a hostile group … I’m assuming we’re not going to sit down and have a friendly chat...❞ She quipped lightly but the seriousness was still there. If that Black she-wolf had no problem attacking someone as huge as her then they’d have no problem attacking someone like Ira or Speedy especially if they have the numbers.