Two Rivers Isle i wanna live, cowpoke

raining again. colt stumped back to where @Sadey was holed up, returning from the borders where he'd been seeking to mark over the fading scents of their departed alphas.
now any interlopers would know the pack was vulnerable, which sent his hackles brewing upright. "well, what d'yew say, sadey? reckon if miz iseul chooses t'leave we'll escort her. otherwise, well, figure we got two options."
he cleared his throat, spat birch juice into the sodden, warm air. "we could take th'place over. she won't fight much, i don't think. or at-all. could be a good little base of operations until th'others get back."
colt, though he wouldn't ever say it, was beginning to doubt that they would be. the idea of ordering iseul, then, to stand down, lost a lot of its allure. especially considering that briggs had come to like her a little.
"or we could kick off, back to th'trail again. invite her along, make somethin' of them pups."
now his crimson eyes looked to sadey, his confidant, longtime friend, murderwife, and fellow ranger. what did she think?