Dragoncrest Cliffs the purloined letter

She did not receive the woman’s name, but when she began to speak of the packs’ shared for, she parsed from that implication that this could be no other than Avicus. This was Ashlar’s friend. But this was not a quarrel: she would not hold past grudges when the woman who harboured her son came to her door. 

Chacal did not have memory of a white wolf being her enemy. A bear loomed in her memory, not a wolf. But one of the wolves in the Rise had been struck down in an act of hostility by one who had targeted them before. It sounded like they were a wasp nest that had been kicked, now swarming to chase. 

”I am sorry dis loss ‘appened to you.
Grief an’ injustice are difficult to subdue.” She wished the woman to know her empathy. She had felt gut-wrenching rage and grief when Requiem had been stolen from her by an eagle. For weeks, she had suffered. But unlike her, Avicus’ packmate would not be found, safe and sound in the arms of another.

But while she empathized, she would not endanger her own for a battle she did not believe to be their responsibility. Her concern was her son’s welfare- now that the Rise was apparently being targeted. 

”De life de wolf took from you, 
Be yours to avenge. 
An’ I wish you de best
On your path for revenge.

But if you ‘ave come to call Sapphique to action,
I must decline; dere be no attraction for us to go to war. 
I do not know your foe, but I wish you speed an’ strength. 
Should you need healing or medicines in the hunt’s wake,
We will share dat wid you, make no mistake.” She said. 

”I will see your border claim be fresh; 
Protect your lands while you roam. 
Dat way you may hunt an’ catch,
An’ return one day, victorious, to your home.”

She visited Reki often. Doing a patrol to maintain the borders would be a simple task to add on, and allow her to make sure her son was safe.