Always another side

She hadn't told anyone where she was going, didn't need to as far as she was aware. Her father was pretty hands off when it came to his pack. Flurry stared up at the giant mountain in front of her and for one of the first times in her life she felt nervous. She could fight and flirt with the ease of a pirate but she wasn't sure she could parley like one... She came in peace though and came looking for the side she'd yet to hear... Stories, all of it was stories and yet they'd built so much off of them. Been on the edge of war over stories. Maybe she'd be proven wrong... Maybe she'd come in peace and they'd jump her, maybe they'd take her prisoner. Then maybe she'd see what her father did, but all she could see was one wolf, one on each side, having done something and everyone else getting painted with the same brush. She almost wanted to believe as her father did that the warlord and all his ilk were like the baby kicking bastard, it'd be easier, she could go home and just tell Gil he was right, but... Well if she'd learnt anything through winter it was that no one ever agrees all the time... And sometimes you start making choices without realizing everyone else had information you didn't... And by you Flurry meant herself. Flurry knew it would be impossible to ever know the full truth, everyone had bias... Hell even she did, she'd been there, had helped to move Sparrow's literal newborns so the baby kicker couldn't eat them. But she wanted a fuller understanding, she needed one. She wasn't going to let herself lead in ignorance, provided she got to lead at all.

Steeling herself Flurry finally tipped her head back and called for an escort onto the neutral market grounds, she wasn't sure if she needed to ask for anyone specific, surely there would be more than just one wolf with a story to tell right? Better to get as many perspectives as she could... Provided they didn't throw her in the dungeons first.