Isabel

Isabel trotted to the hilly territory and stopped respectfully at the edge. She dipped her head to those inside and spoke clearly. "Nightlinger, may I speak with you if you're not busy?" The coywolf asked calmly.

Nightlinger

Nightlinger wheeled on her haunches, cantering to where Isabel was. Flicking her tail, Nightlinger offered the coywolf a greeting nicker. "Yes, Lady Isabel," Nightlinger started, listening alertly.

Isabel

Isabel bowed once more before speaking. "Perhaps you might have heard that White Feathers murdered my sister and niece, Aurinka and Basil. And Kahvi - I believe you spoke with him recently - lost his mother: poor Aurinka was taken from all of us. And little Basil, just a pup..." She explained, obviously a bit pained to speak of it. "I have declared war on White Feathers and her pack. If you can send your troops in to fight beside us, that would be much appreciated. If you would rather stay out of this, I understand. But surely White Feathers must be punished for her actions." She took her eyes off the mare only once to glance at a flock of geese flying south.

.Nightlinger.

Nightlinger listened tentively, nodding. "I shall send some warriors, but I, myself, will not attend. Instead, one of my elites, Stryker, shall," Nightlinger replied boldly. "I shall send him into battle for South of Heaven, Lady Isabel."

Isabel

Isabel smiled and nodded. "That will be perfect, Lady Nightlinger. Thank you." She replied calmly. "If you will excuse me, I must speak to my other allies. Good day, Lady Nightlinger, and thanks again." With that she bowed again and strode away.