Little Goat Mountain princess peach, won't you listen to my speech

No war. That was a relief. Not that Fiadh was the sort to avoid conflict — rather, she gravitated toward it — but it would be a lot easier hanging out in the mountains without a war brewing. She wanted to see her kids again someday, and besides, no one benefited from war.

The smell of goat was in the air. Young ones, too, by her estimation. She exchanged a glance with Tamar and changed course. If these Saints are gone, why does Akashingo still need an outpost? she asked, no hint of judgment in her voice. She was misunderstanding the point of Mereo and its connection to its original pack. Wouldn't you all rather go home?