The Heartwood drifting somewhere between map and maelstrom

she responds that she does not plan on settling so close. the forest just northwest — wintersbane's glacial gaze strays to it in response — or further than that. a twitch of an ear is given as his gaze slowly returns to her. he's never founded a pack before — though he'd been ( briefly ) apart of several founding packs — but it comes across as a bit flighty to him not having an absolute idea of what territory you wanted to claim. he supposes, until he's in that position himself he has no room to judge ( aye, but he does it anyway because he's a big shit ).

a contemplative hum is summoned from somewhere deep in his chest as he ruminates upon her words. his more territorial nature is temporarily soothed by the fact that she plans to settle far enough away from blackfeather to not be considered too close though what he considers too close and what another considers too close is subjective at best. still, if she settles in neverwinter forest it comes up again in his thoughts that she and her's would be more competition for big game in the area.

well, the tundrian draws on a breath. i won't keep you any longer. i'm sure you have business to attend to. with those words the dark brother gives a tilt of his chin as a 'farewell' gesture and mulls over the vague information she's given him, unsure if it'll be useful but tucking it away all the same.