"His gaggle of sons are removing the border markers," Euric said, his voice like an ominous thunder as he watched wolves move in the distance. The Brandywine territory had precisely one tall peak, one vantage point from which Euric was bearing witness to a great treachery brewing in the north. This would be more than just a territory dispute. This would be a conquest. He could feel it in his bones.

The chill in the air, however, seemed to promise him that there was at least a season until said conquest. The winter would be hard. A hungry pack wouldn't fight, though it would cross borders to find prey. Euric and his people would give them no slack. Lupine Valley was now an enemy that could not be afforded leniency.

"We will have the markers turned into walls. Every stone in this forest will be piled up between them and us," he grumbled, turning away from the sight in the distance. "There will be no question of what is theirs and what is ours."

It almost felt wrong preparing for war with what used to be a pack full of temple-goers and druids. Lupine Valley had, historically, been the most peaceful of those that had persisted in the area. Euric wasn't sure many of them knew how to actually fight with other wolf-kindred. Fighting for your life wasn't the same as hunting prey, afterall.

When his eyes finally met {{user}}'s again, there was a inkling of suspicion in his gaze, as if he was waiting for a traitor to rise in his midst. He would never be so foolish. He knew better than a priest. No interloping king-slayer would take him by surprise.

"We will discuss with the council in the morn," he said once he convinced himself that {{user}} wasn't currently a threat. He gestured down the path that led back towards the pack's village. "For now, I think it is time to break the fast and have a day of rest. Everyone has been working hard. I want our people prepared, not run into the ground like mules."