Northstar Vale running down to the riptide

"Perhaps," Rue agreed, also hoping that the Diaspora wolves would listen to reason. Perhaps they would be more inclined if one who had been their own-- particularly one who leadership had considered something of an advisor-- insisted that approach was best. 

"The only way for a pack to spread influence that far is to develop alliances," Rue agreed. You catch more flies with honey, Rue's mother had always told her. Maybe if she explained it this way to Diaspora, her departure would be better recieved. 

Rue nodded resolutely to Liri's foreboding words. If conflict was unavoidable, at least Rue would be on the right side of the battle lines. No doubt Liri understood the value of having a former Diasporan to whisper in her ear. 

Welcome home. These words had been spoken to her multiple time over the past several moons and referred to several different places. Rue realized in this moment that it wasn't the location that made a place feel like home, it was the one doing the welcoming. 

Wearing Liri's scent once more was like sliding into her favorite, most comfortable sweatpants. Rue rose to her feet, returning the alphess's affection by nudging against Liri's own shoulder. "Show me everything," she prompted, smile forming once more.