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They asked. Always questions. They were open, a good sign. It was important to have support from the pack. When his aunt spoke up, he threw a somewhat sharp glance at her. The idea in itself was not doable. The pack was too small, and such hostility towards loners and half-breeds would be silly. This was not how Dahlia had to be seen. He let everyone get the chance to raise their voice before Cercelee took the word and it again was his turn. She said some pieces he himself would have pointed out. He openly stated his agreement to her words by nodding at her words. Safe and fair.
Inferni is our enemy, lets not make more out of it than we have to. As for half-breeds and so on, do not treat them any differently just because of their blood. Cer would of course burst in whenever she disagreed, or at least he assumed she would. Protect the borders, be careful with new faces, wolf or coyote. Call for assistance if necessary, no matter if there is a concrete threat or not. Lets lay low and gather strength, and hope for the best. He moved his glance to the ghostly female with the feathery companion. If that friend of yours would be so kind to assist by patrolling in air, it would have been great help. He looked at the bird with an apologizing smile, but he did not know much of the lesser creatures, how much intellect it wielded, if it was worth talking to.
This had not turned out to be a war as of yet, but he imagined it would be soon enough. For now they just had to wait and slowly establish alliances with other wolves that had met coyotes in the past. He too doubted the other packs would help out. They only cared for their own. So yeah, Cer had voiced that part. He did not really have much more on his heart that he would bother to voice. Not yet.