Dragoncrest Cliffs every war has been this one

Denali speaks up and Helix lifts her lips, growling, and turns her head to stare at him. Another word and he won’t get to Heda.
 
She licks her lips, wiping off the beginning of the snarl, and returning her attention to the two Drageda wolves before her. The do not have the answers she had been expecting though worry settles in when they did not receive the messages. Perhaps the wolves that moved in to Maungeda had found out and got to him, or any number of reasons, but none she can worry on. It does not matter now. They never made it. So, here she stands, giving the news.
 
“A pack moved in and attached Maungeda. It has been taken over. Those trying to defend are in Trigeda, recovering. Trigeda sent an army but they were overpowered,” she tells them with a deep breath, trying to steel herself against a whole new presentation. Finding out Heda is sick—albeit recovering—is alarming in its own way and she doesn’t know what to do with it. She turns and glances to her son, then Ajatar (who hardly seems perturbed by the whole thing, ugh, how do they do that?). She, a seasoned warrior, has a hard enough time masking her expression. “We need to speak to her about the next steps.”
 
She does not mention Trigeda’s demands yet, wanting to present everything to the woman. This is enough to go back to her, to know of the urgency. “What is she ill from?” she decides to ask, flicking an ear back.
 
“We found this one near Sleeping Dragon. He claims to know Heda. It may be the case, but we think he’s insane and a danger. Do you know him?” she asks, easily slipping into their native tongue, hopeful the pair boasts true. She glances toward the pair, watching their expression for any slight changes and if they truly know who he is.