Hushed Willows Once I Hear Them Clearly Say

Talking to this woman and then remembering the actions and words of the half-breed were light night and day if he were to compare the two. She was pleasant, perhaps overly courteous but that wasn't here nor there in the man's opinion. To walk through even a budding pack's border was only one more thing to add to the growing list of faults this man and his brood were accumulating lately, and like bingo cards, they were all starting to add up to a strike. 

Feeling empathetic to the woman's story, his expression soft yet stern enough, he was a Constable now, after all, he couldn't come off as a big softy all day every day anymore. I believe I share the same objective as you do. He couldn't speak on Ira's behalf, but it was a safe assumption she did too. I can't imagine any of us sitting by and letting them run their course. The way it is now, it will only get worse.