Nova Peak Yeah, I'm loving all your warning signs

Wylla is rallying the pack to discuss how to deal with Rusalka's encroachment on Dragoncrest Cliffs! This meeting is mandatory for all adult members, pup participation is optional. No post order, next round begins Sunday, November 15th or whenever all the adult members have posted if sooner! @Mahler @Stag @Takiyok @Star @Taikon @Asra (and @Thade @Astraeus @Calcifer if they want to join).

After her discovery on the cliffs, Wylla fumed all the way home. By the time she entered the woods and began climbing a towpath toward the ridgeline, she was so steamed she had to stop and force her breath out. It wouldn't stand. If Rosalyn was anything to go by, the wolves squatting on the cliffs could pose as much a threat to her family and the other families in Sagtannet as the Saints had. The old bitch had claimed to have no interest in them, but she couldn't trust that. As Rosalyn had said, she could not entrust her family's safety to some other pack.

If there was a diplomatic option, she failed to see it. Wylla knew that alliances were as flimsy as day old ice on a puddle. Maybe peace could be had for a time, but there would inevitably be a misunderstanding—Rusalka encroaching on Sagtannet's claim by hunting near their borders, or Sagtannet seeking to access the beach that lay near their claim and Rusalka throwing a fit about it—and the alliance would mean nothing then. No. She couldn't let it happen.

She cleared the treeline and found a narrow plateau overlooking the grotto below, and it was here she stopped and howled a long, urgent note for the wolves of Sagtannet to gather.