i'm makin' a home, makin' it mine

Willoughby uttered a few murmurs of sympathy. she had been close enough when the eruption happened and judging where she had parted ways with Philomena... Olympia had been too close to the volcano. perhaps their land was destroyed. perhaps people lost their lives. "this is not my land" she said, her voice growing a bit stronger in the face of the pack's troubles "but you are quite welcome to reside here, at the falls" she invited the alpha courteously. "as you can see, it is untouched and rich in resources."

she was unaware of any concerns with another pack Olympia may have. all she could hope to do was offer a place of residence to the displaced pack and hope for the best. no matter how small or large they were, Olympia deserved to survive. they deserved a chance. everyone did actually. she had to be a firm believer in that, else she was doomed to despair. especially in the face of this great unknown all of Boreas and Auster faced.