Blackfeather Woods wild spirit, which art moving everywhere;

Rowan quirked a brow. He always thought of Zephyr of being the social one. The light of the party. Probably because he brought home more members than Rowan did. He knew how to communicate, Rowan didn't. 
But surely protecting the pack wasn't all about how to fight. No. You had to collaborate. 

Rowan knew the Daedra. The way they worked. What appeased them. They'd whisper in his ear what to do.
"I'll be a pain in the side, you know. But you lead the Ivory. It's better for me to be here." He mused somewhat ambiguously. Still dwelling on his thoughts. "No alliances. We can be friends with other packs, but an alliance is a free army, and we'd be the one risking our necks in these parts."
He knew there was something brewing. Something that excited the daedra. Ever since that large woman came and left so quickly, they'd got a taste of her soul and wanted more. Wherever she came from. 

" If any other pack comes begging for help in a war, they'll have to pay. Especially if it's nothing to do with us." Rowan wasn't a charity. Ivory Rose was a haven but members were expected to play their part in the pack. Hunting, patrolling, medics. He sighed softly, cold air nipping his damp nose.
" It might be hard for you to understand, I know, but I've seen it. "
The burden courtfall was on Diaspora. So soon after gaining might, it fell. As it was destined to do.