Spieden didn't notice Jessie's narrowed glare, which was probably for the best. Tail swaying high with emotion, it was all she could do to stay put and hear out the rest of the meeting. Her limbs were tense with energy, her weight on the tips of her toes as if she might thunder off at any moment. Planning wasn't her forte, Spieden was a woman of action and sitting here made her feel helpless. Funnily enough, she found herself siding with the kids on this, agreeing with Serach and Zia's growling voices. The more reasoned voices, Drestig, Hotei, and last but not least Triell among them called for more patrols, scouts, caution, planning, waiting. Like sitting ducks waiting to be picked off.
Spieden's ears perked forward, her intent stare turning towards Nayeli as she began to speak. She listened carefully to their names and descriptions, trying to commit them to memory. There were four of them, versus the ten or so of the pack. More than ever it made no sense to Spieden why they should sit and wait.
This time Spieden caught Phyrrus' soft voice speaking up in a few short words. Spieden's brows knitted in obvious confusion as she watched Phyrrus skitter off into the woods. She somewhat liked the female, so it was both odd and concerning for her to run suddenly off like that. Spieden had to wonder how she would know anything about these mysterious wolves. Suspicions crept up from the back of her mind, her gaze slipping back towards Triell with black lips in a tight line of worried confusion. Again she glanced back towards the patch of forest Phyrrus disappeared into. She debated for a few moments, but it didn't take her long to come do a decision. Quietly and rather soft-footed for the bear-like woman, but with purpose, Spieden loped after Phyrrus's trail.