Nova Peak they want the drip, they want the glow

suspicion was pouring into chani as if a river had opened up inside the girl. it bewildered her to experience such a sensation and still have no fear response or even one of anger toward masque at all.
she wasn't sure what to say. part of chani wanted to warn the burgeoning pack away from the tangle, and the other wanted to congratulate her, excited at the prospect of even more puppies nearby.
and maybe they'd all get along like the young hunters of the sea and the rise did now.
"uhum, do you see de tangle, dat way?" she said quietly, gesturing to the sprawl of thorns massed between redtail and sapphique. "my tante hunts t'ere. or, something. but —" and chani bunched her shoulders with visible unsurety, "i do not t'ink she would care to come across someone who was not us or de rise." the location of dragonspine would block the seawolves against the sea, especially as hunting grounds expanded. and she had no way of saying that or even conveying what was in essence an instinctual need to avoid conflict with her own kind. she sought peace and a good arrangement.
her tone was apologetic, wary of any negative response from masque, the girl's gaze wishing very much to be shut of this feeling, ready to resume their friendly relations.