Redsand Canyon [PACK MEETING] Power, Is Power II

Starting the second round! <3

Nyra watched through her tears as the currently-dwindling numbers of her pack decided what they'd do. 
For a minute she almost didn't notice War, who was obviously trying to offer comfort. Nyra nipped War's cheek fur softly as a gesture of gratitude before the russet woman and Beroya said their piece. 
Beroya would stay. 
War refused to let anyone leave.
Arlette, always the logician, offered her voice to the mix, suggestions of reasoning, of the fact that if she and the kids and Charles left, there was hardly anyone left for the fight ahead. 
Nyra considered these things with a guilt-ridden face. Little did she expect things would start to look upwards for them in the near future. 
The Grandmaster heard the plea of Thyme. 

After a moment or six, the Alphess spoke again. 
"For the time being, those of us who stay will lie low, either until we gain the numbers to assail, or until we know the immediate worry is past. In the meantime, I will be patrolling more often and further out, both to scout for recruits and to make sure nobody unwanted gets close. War, Beroya, I ask of you to help tighten and secure our borders. Anybody that isn't pack that's caught within our claim and not at the outskirts will be met with hostility. Especially with the children at risk." 

Here, she quieted, looking from face to face with an air that asked for the input of everyone else. This was all paws on deck, and every Saint's word mattered here.