just like we discussed

Pestilence felt the shift in her mother's demeanor and pulled away from her embrace, brows knitting in worry. "I, I, you mean.." Her gaze dropped from her mother's face and she tried to collect herself while staring down at her paws. Take over Fireside for the Empire? But that wasn't why Pestilence was leaving. It felt dirty, like spying but worse. The yearling hadn't even considered the thought, the furthest she'd expected was that maybe with her help the two packs could become friends and allies. That maybe Tyrian would want to move under the blanket of the Empire, one day. "I don't know." She replied softly, her heart beginning to pound in her chest. This wasn't right, this wasn't what this conversation was supposed to be. Pesto did not know if she could betray them like that, the pack who would take her in and train her and where her best friend called home. "I thought... maybe Fireside and Ashen could be friends. Not.." Her ears pulled flat and she turned her head away.