The board is set, the pieces are moving

Bramble's ears perk up and her brows lift in surprise at Art's first command. Watching as he moves around the table to sit beside her, she too closes her eyes right after he does. Whatever her father said, Bramble would not defy him. Inhaling deeply, she focuses on the breathing exercise. Holding her breath at the top, filling her lungs as much as she can, her brain begins to ease. Exhaling slowly, the worries seem to dissipate with it. Breathing in and breathing out a few more times in sync with her father, the edge that threatened her nerves was soon gone.

As they are finished and her eyes open to meet his, she smiles. This time it is genuine as he places a paw upon her shoulder. His words mean everything to Bramble and she takes it to heart. Just like him and the rest of their family, she wants nothing but good things to come to them. The threat of evil on their doorstep plagued her, but perhaps she should meditate more if it would help. "I promise to try my best, Tati," she says quietly, meaning it seriously. Bramble knew Art wouldn't tell her things just to get her to forget about things.

Once he pats her shoulder and turns his attention to the map, Bramble is quick to look as well. She finds that he looks upon the Insomnia effigy and one of her brows raise in question. Why them? Her question leaves her pondering an answer. She even lifts a paw to tap at her chin, leaning back in her chair while she glances around the map. Looking from effigy to effigy, she wonders why any of the packs would be considered their enemy - minus one, The Syndicate.

After a few moments of thought, Bramble finds something to say. "Why are they considered an enemy in the first place?" She poses, moving her own vibrant turquoise eyes over to Artorias. "Perhaps the reason they were once considered an enemy is no longer a valid reason to hold against them," Bramble continues in a thoughtful tone, not wanting to sound overzealous or too confident. "Can relations not ever be mended once enemies are declared? It might be foolish to believe a once enemy could ever be your friend, but wolves do grow, mature, and sometimes change. So maybe they deserve a chance?" She continues to look at her father, curious to see where he was going with this.