Redsand Canyon All alone with plenty of money and a house in Eton Square

Ruenna nodded, eager to identify compatibilities for Mereo-- particularly those that were more palatable than Akashingo. In time, Ruenna could easily imagine a future in which Mereo did not associate at all with Akashingo, but for this to be possible they would need to pursue connections elsewhere. 

"There was a time I meant to settle the Vale myself," Ruenna mused, growing thoughtful as she recalled that happy, hopeful time she spent at the side of her greatest friend. Fate had been cruel though, and their dreams were never realized. 

The conversation turned to their alliances, Nyra, and the implied undertone of another war on the horizon. A hatred of the Saints was, perhaps, the only similarity the wolves of Mereo shared with those of Akashingo. If the Saints rose again, the tension with Akashingo would shift to the background. 

Unpredictable, unstable, cowardly. These were the traits of a wolf who favored raids and sneak attacks. Such a wolf would have no qualms in harming civilians, even children. They would not underestimate this threat. 

"If you think it's wise, I'll ask civilians to request an escort when they venture outside the canyon." Better to have a guard and not need one, than to need a guard and not have one.