Bite my tongue, bide my time

She suspected he knew what was on her mind before she said anything. They could always read each other, even when they hid it from others. There were things that needed to be sorted and settled before she made her mind up on what to do with procuring a pack. Time to test his mind, how much were they alike. Her thoughts ran along the lines of gathering those she could call followers, the foundation that would help her defend her territory until her family and pack arrived from across the northern bay. The temptress looked over at her dark knight, a slightly sympathetic smirk on her face. "I don't know the packs around here. I find myself horribly lacking for knowledge. What do you think they would fear more? A newly arisen pack begs for challenge, but there are advantages as well to raising Mirovis from the ground again." She took a breath, her eyes showing just how many of her nights had been spent mulling over her decisions, all in vain thus far. "We need wolves to help defend the kingdom we build, but how do we know if anyone is a spy unless we know the scents of other packs?"

Lurid's eyes moved with her thoughts, looking off into the forest with the moonlight beaming off her irises. She seemed possessed, obsessing over the odds stacked against her. Could she even pull this off? She had no doubt, but where should she start? Knowledge was always the best starting point, but until she was healed, she would have to rely on secondhand information. Alastor was busy enough so she wouldn't put that on him as well, his was a delicate balance. Perhaps Kefka could be useful in this. She would have to speak with him as well, maybe after she finally got some sleep.