Hideaway Strath You and I will be the ones that are wearing the crowns

Nyra adjusts her stance and sits with authority and purpose, clearing her throat.

"I think we should use everything we have if we truly want them gone. And since both packs will kill each other on sight, it'd be difficult to infiltrate them to study how each of them ticks." The Overseer mused, putting a paw to her mouth in thought. 
Brushing some dirt aside, she began to draw a map of sorts, using her claws and very carefully making the lines. 
Cuz wolf paws are difficult to draw with, the effort was real. 

Making the outline of Bearclaw Valley as she knew of it, she also scratched in the mountain ranges and other terrain she had tried to memorize, and finally, the Hinterlands and the Strath. 

"I think once we begin to advance that direction, we should take control of as much of the surrounding land as we can, limit their ability to expand outward and attack every wolf that comes out of the Valley. We should also monitor the meadow." 

As she spoke, she gestures around the makeshift map, and looks to Donovan for additions.