Seaside Moors Our mind is not where it should be

Rosalyn listened and nodded.  Both held history... but she had also spent enough time in both to know they were defensible.  Drageda is long gone, and the shadow from the cliffs. To claim it would ensure that.  But the sound... if it means something to you.  Rosalyn did not want to slip into Caiaphas' footsteps, and she had never seen what the siren loved so fiercely about that place.  There were more beautiful coastlines and more bounteous claims.  

If we allow them in, they will know their place.  Rosalyn replied, with an appreciative growl of agreement.  Those that don't we'll turn out.  Miranda and Aningan were perhaps exceptions, ones that were growing more and more rare as time passed.  There will be no challenges to our claim, not unless the pack decides we are no longer fit.  A leader on strength alone was not a belief Rosalyn had ever held, and she hated the revolving door of challenges as long as she'd been a part of this pack.  The job of choosing who to lead was with the crew, and unless they mutinied, that choice would hold.  To do otherwise was just to invite dissent and betrayal.