Deepwood Weald A calling, a shot in the dark

At first, he could only assume that his two leaders were discussing moving, their conversation almost seeming to be half in their minds, and he was thankful when Damien explained things a little more. He didn't know the wolves they spoke of but the hint that things might not go well once they arrived at the woods was obvious; it made the beast's blood boil that anyone would try to stop them from taking something that seemed to belong to them. Midar didn't particularly like that they would be separated during the move, but he understood not wanting Nyx to be there if things went badly at first. He wondered which group he would belong to; it didn't matter to him all that much. Either way, he would do what needed to be done to keep the family safe. So you don't think they'll join us? he asked, wondering if Damien expected there to be some kind of fight when they arrived. He wondered if more were gathered there than the two that had already been named. Surely they had some kind of following if they were trying to claim the woods for themselves, which might mean that things could get ugly. Most wouldn't just give up their prospective pack territory peacefully. Either way, Midar was prepared.