Ouroboros Spine The big lake they call Gitche Gumee

Although Lane wasn't terribly familiar with the inner-workings of packs, and she was hopelessly ignorant about the intricacies of inter-pack relations, she was fairly certain that they had come to the point at which some decision needed to be made. Would Antares step back up to lead, or would Bronco continue to carry the mantle? Would Moonglow absorb the remainder of the Glen, or would the Glen move on to establish a new claim? If Moonglow could do it this quickly after losing a leader among others as well as their entire packland, then surely Firefly Glen could also rally? 

After Kukutux offered them refuge formally, and her offer was accepted, the group seemed to fall into an uneasy silence. Lane assumed that everyone else had the same questions, but nobody wanted to be the one to ask. It sure as hell wasn't going to be Lane. The quiet drew out a little longer, and it became more and more apparent that there would be no further decisions made today. As was typical for the medic, Lane's task-oriented mind began to wander toward the future, and what would be needed of her. She assumed that she would take point in caring for the medical needs of the refugees, since Kukutux likely had enough on her plate at the moment. She would find the time to check in on Kukutux too though, since the moonwoman was also injured.