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Arlette earned a small smile—usually, he would return with a sardonic but chipper remark, but for now, he felt the pang of guilt and uncertainty pull at him instead. Shifting his weight, he gave a light shake of his muzzle—“Always is, isn’t there?”

Maybe one day, the three could have a conversation that did not foster fear, anger or woe within it. Now was not likely that time.

“There’s a lot. I’m leaving soon with @Eivor of Kvarsheim to scout out the trip around the valley, to the desert, and then to Akashingo to get a better idea of what to look out for and the time it will take. Before I come home, I need to go to the Moonwolves and collect Mae. And ask them about the coastal pack… I also believe @Frederick is actively seeking his brother and will be one of the first after us to take this trip and broaden his reach in that sense, also.”

His features were grim at the mention of them. But even more…

“@Morwenna is currently scouting out the caribou hunting pack that seems to have waltz into the valley. There’s suspicion they’ve been killing… a lot of them, though I’m not sure that’s much to be concerned about. I get the impression they’ll be leaving when the herd does…”

A shrug—his eyes gazing over his two comrades, wondering their thoughts on this. “But… timing is shit. A lone female came to our borders recently with her four pups—I haven’t offered her home yet, but told her she could unofficially stay… It seems there’s a very good chance the pups are @Viinturuth’s…” He paused, bracing himself for the fury of a certain crimson-eyed Beta before him. “Or mine.”