Meadowlark Prairie perfect, you're my poison

Nephele was torn.

Sabah saw a potential for an ally.

She wished, for a moment, that she had woken later this morning and decided not to go for a recruitment walk. Perhaps she could have avoided this moment. Sabah nodded, Nephele thought to weep.

As much as I can. Fostering good will among the other wolves of this land, she thought, was perhaps a good idea.