Moonspear So fetch

Toad wondered how pissed off Neverwinter would be at the pile of Moonspear wolves butting up against its borders. To Toad, it hardly seemed like a good form of diplomacy, but then she wasn't an expert on that. She assumed that Osiris, though he was a bit of a youngster himself, knew what he was doing. Dirge did too. Right?

Toad didn't respond to the assertion that they had reached an accord. Her guess was they wouldn't be pleased. Dirge confirmed that with his next words, at which she nodded. Yeaah, she said softly as he sighed. He was right, though. They had as much right to it as anyone since Moonspear had controlled it for so long. They have elsewhere they can hunt and plenty they control. They'll hardly starve, she said, rather harshly. The only thing she worried remotely about was passage to The Heartwood and beyond. The Glen's territory effectively cut off the most efficient route from their forest.