Redsand Canyon 'til I tear the walls

he does not answer, and perhaps, she decides, it does not matter. war is war, though knowledge of the other would certainly lend one side or another the upper hand. though he seems more interested in the grit of it, the blood and battle and power; the reaping. she know not what to think of it, yet. 

"so we will prepare." a moment of silence, and then a silent motion of her intent to embark on a patrol. a dip of her muzzle and she takes her leave, with certainly more to think on than she'd had previously.