Perfumed Nights

She had to cough out a soft laugh of surprise at his remark. “You cannot give your children that huge responsibility – the responsibility of an adult in a battle – and get defensive if a defending pack wolf rips them apart. I’ve met two of those pups, his heirs. Day and night. One insulted me on first sight. The other was polite and curious… But they are both quite large, and easy to mistake for adults by now. One of them is present at the festival right now, in fact. He’s certainly grown even bigger than he already was at that point.”

She was vague with her details. Cautiously, she halfway liked Sirius. He was strong, and his adopted daughter Malalia and Cairo had become fast, close friends, and they had treated Cairo well in his time at the Armada. They were also not allied. She wouldn’t pry information from Cairo, nor would she give much of what she already knew to other pack alphas’ ears.

They weren’t allied to Aerie, either, and likely would never be allied. At most, they would be trading partners. And tonight could very well be the night the first trade was born, depending on whether Eligos liked this idea.

Her lips quirked in a smile as she stated simply, “Raiding. Between Valhalla and Aerie. It would be practice, for both packs, and help show us where we need work on our defenses. Aerie would get practice in attack, which would lend well to any future mercenary ventures that involve such. Perhaps, by the next time someone decides Aerie is a possible profit to raid for, your pack will have become practiced at defending against a raid.”

Unspoken, but obvious, was that Valhalla, too, would also have been able to grow its skill in its members… and perhaps, it would be able to grow its borders. She had a few lands in mind she would like to gain.

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Labhair an Sean-Teanga." ---- "Hear" ---- Think