The white king hoped that they could restore the frayed alliance between the two packs, but for now he was wary. Wraith had been visibly rattled when he spoke of the attack, so XIX knew that he had nothing to do with it. He just hoped that Mittani did not influence any other wolves in Whitestone prior to his departure and that someone would retaliate on his behalf. Or, worse, the exiled wolf would return what he started. He grimaced at the thought, quickly dismissing it with a slow wag of his tail.

Although his trust toward the monadnock wolves was strained, Lachesis also did not want to lose them as allies. If all three packs would going to live cohesively in the north (even with the distance between them) XIX needed to ensure that they remained on good terms. Perhaps not as strong as it once was, but at least on a neutral level.

“Thank you,” he added after the blue-eyed agouti spoke, a soft smile rolling onto his dark lips. He appreciated the swift update—Whitestone was already returning to his good books. “Let Wraith know if he needs anything for Piety’s delivery I have enough herbs to share.” Now that they had acquired Whitestone’s former healer Lachesis did not know if Lorcán had left anything for his previous pack, or if any of the other members knew what the mother would need. The ghost was happy to help, for he did not anything bad to happen to the mother or puppies.

He dipped his head respectively before turning to leave, his nose brushing against Lilya’s shoulder as an invite for her to join him. They would have to seek out Kisla and update her on the news, as well as get her opinion on the matter. Before disappearing into the trees he glanced over at the agouti healer and gave a sharp nod to thank him for arriving at the borders alongside him and the blue-eyed sparrow. He was proving to be a worthy addition to the river pack.