DON'T YOU WORRY

He was swift to answer her, not denying the Overseer his presence. Argent would offer him a tired smile in greeting, wondering if he would be too terribly irritated with her for summoning him this late at night. He didn?t seem to be, which was a good thing. She needed somebody to reassure her, to work out the anxiety that flooded her system. Argent did not delay when she spoke up, did not hide the unease that crept into her posture nor the way she sounded exasperated when she spoke. ?War is coming, and I am worried,? she spoke freely. She did not doubt Isardis?s capabilities, but there was only one of him. He was but one man, and he ruled a currently small pack.
?I?ve done what I can for those less experienced in battle, and I hope you do not take great offense to this, but I want to know how skilled the fighters we do have are,? she said, making her intentions clear. How could she protect a pack if she did not know the strength of her weapons? She knew her own skills to be competent, but she had to know of the others.