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Vienna listened silently, attention raptly held by the tale her fiery companion told. And even though the story's nature was somewhat personal, she still enjoyed most of it immensely. When Fox termed her brother a monster, however, the gentle girl felt a spike of anger. No one had the right to say such a thing of him, not even Vienna, though she had the scar that some might term justification. Her brother worked so hard to control what he hadn't chosen to be born with... And it just as easily could have been she to have the misfortune of the inheritance. This woman had no right.

She kept her mouth shut, though, not wanting to end the conversation prematurely. When it was finished, she was silent a moment. It might have surprised Fox to know, but Vienna agreed with many of her points. However, she did not agree that the spire wolves should have left. They claimed an unclaimed territory, it was simple as that. And there was space between the two. She had little doubts that they would have had no interactions had Fox been content to leave them be. Not only that, but she noted that Fox failed to say what she had been doing on their borders when her wolves were taken captive. An answer she knew.

She knew speaking of such would get her nowhere, though, for she understood the other to be territorial almost beyond reason. No, she would ask the other question. The one she did not understand.

"Why kill Ferdie? Why not just chase him off? Surely you were a strong enough pack to do so , and to ensure that he did not return. Then you could have lost only one that day." It was odd to her that Fox would have immediately resorted to such a drastic punishment, and forced her brother to carry it out instead of doing so herself.