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Redd’s ears twitched at Masquerade’s statement, and she did not argue against it.  Only her sister knew where her place was meant to be.

She did not fully understand what was meant by alliance.  In her mind all was already settled; their packs were friendly, and communication lay open.  Because of this, Wealda hesitated to agree, only because she did not wish to foster further misunderstanding.

If there is need, ask.  She replied instead, tilting her head slightly as if to confirm that this was the intent.  Then she turned as Masquerade stood and looked east instead, focusing on the place where she knew the river pack lay.  There is a pack there.  They have Haelend.  Healers.  To teach Carrion.  This too was an alliance, but only based on need.  She would expect nothing once the training was done, and would provide nothing once their agreement had been honored.  Not until there was need once more.

She brought it up too in case things worsened.  Perhaps the pair too could strike a deal and receive help from the healers.  She hoped it would not be necessary but did not have the knowledge to say.

This established, she moved to follow, accepting the silent invitation and ready to escort her back to the borders.  It was not far and her intent had been to scout the region regardless.