They do love us, she insisted, and Sven couldn't hold back the audible scoff that left his throat. He supposed, maybe in whatever way love was defined to Archers, the others held some for Ravenna. Maybe that was where this disconnect was originating, and he supposed there was really nothing that could be done about that. They might forever view these family ties differently, but that didn't mean they couldn't find common ground still. So he kept his ears open, and continued to listen to her.
An alliance. Initially he wanted to balk at the word, but he knew she was onto to something. After all, as unreliable as they might be, they wouldn't go out of their way to hurt to the Ridge if they had their own packs to handle, would they? Sven was certain Greer wouldn't, but Morganna would forever be an unpredictable player. Still, as long as an alliance wasn't mistaken as an opportunity to walk all over them...
"I trust you. I won't undermine your leadership," he promised, and while the future could not be foretold, he did very much mean the vow in that moment. "If an alliance is what you want, I'm willing to give it a shot. There has to be ground rules, though. We still need our own hunting grounds and resources, we need to be respected."