Duskfire Glacier hebamme

"I'm sorry," Lane murmured, expression darkening. She hadn't previously been aware of Rivenwood's mishap with the beast, but it made sense that Iana had received the warning from Mahler himself. "We'll keep an eye out for Praimfaya," she assured him, struggling a bit to pronounce the foreign-sounding name.   

How many fighters could Duskfire spare? ..Truthfully..? 

"Well, I'm no tactician," Lane admitted, unsure of whether she was the best authority to answer such an inquiry. "And Duskfire.. ah.. well, we're not exactly bursting with warriors. Wintersbane and Tzila are our main line of defense, and they must remain close to their children." A twinge of guilt struck Lane, and she gazed down at the children she was about to leave behind. 

They had distracted themselves from their intrusive examination of Mahler's gift, which relieved Lane, although their rambunctious new activity was still fairly disruptive. Lane felt like her attention was being pulled in a half-dozen different directions.

She swallowed resolutely, turning back to Mahler. 

"We do have some new recruits who might be looking to prove themselves. I'll suggest a regular patrol, if you think that's wise. We can take the Whitebark Stream area, if Rivenwood will patrol the Maplewood?" She asked questioningly, fully aware that her (although helpful) knowledge as a ranger paled in comparison to the qualifications of an actual tactician. 

"Is there anything else we should be wary of? Any other threat?" She didn't mean to sound suspicious, but she did wonder if there was some other reason that Mahler's suggested they fortify taiga. Was one injured cat likely to require such a strong defense?