Swiftcurrent Creek we got the kingdom, we got the key

A mysterious drug. Murmurs of war. Sparring among one another- it was all too much to take in, when she worried day in and day out about her missing son. She wanted nothing to do with the two packs that called for help- she saw no reason to put their own young at risk, and she eyed Akavir a little coldly when he mentioned that this was in the interest of protecting their own children. Those were tall orders to come from a man who had no children. She had to wonder what Arlette made of it all, being a mother of four herself. She certainly didn't look impressed about their situation. 

The thought of having to spar for practice irked her. She three children to feed, to console, to teach- and the threat of physical exercise made her feel unwell. She would need to speak with the beta female, and see if she could be excused from such practices.