Blacktail Deer Plateau his truth becomes written

"An attack?" She murmured quietly, her gaze narrowing. She would have thought that in the mountains, they might have been isolated, but safe. But in Tamar she could see and hear concern- not for just her son, but for the pack as a whole. She began nodding softly as the woman spoke, glancing to her husband to see a similar look on his features as well. Her nod grew, and her jaw set firmly. 

Their friends would not go without for the winter; the Plateau would be home for them both, as one. 

Her husband agreed, and she felt pride rise like a tide when he accepted what Tamar had come to ask for. She knew him to have a mind and a heart that would choose as her own did, and when he mentioned a changing of rank, the time seemed a bit odd- she wanted nothing to drag him off into the woods and be held tightly by a king- but was well received nonetheless in the company of one who would soon be a part of their family as well. 

"Yes and yes," She said firmly, answering them each with the same conviction she wore as commonly as her own skin. "Though- yes, there are some matters to discuss, such as leadership. It might make the transition easier if a wolf of Epoch were to be a part of the leadership as well. Our ranks are typically trade-based, so we can integrate everyone into our system by their passion, their craft or art, if this would please you?" She asked. "It would be a pleasure to have you alongside us in leadership, if this is something you would like?" She asked.