The blonde hybrid met her fellow Salsolan's gaze ever so briefly, turning away almost as soon as the other did. She did not have a problem following the scarred coyote. This was the clan's battle as much as it was her kingdom's, perhaps even more so, though she hardly knew the extent of it. Foxglove was not nearly as involved as some had been, but she had something worth fighting for in this dark pack. Her sister was there, though they had been distant. She knew that this was something that she needed to be a part of, though it pained her to think of fighting.
Foxglove moved with her pink nose pressed to the ground, knowing that her sense of smell was much more trustworthy than her sense of hearing due to the defective ear. The others spoke around her in hushed tones, and though she remained quiet, she processed everything that was said around her. "There are too many of them to be moving around, and too many of them to simply transport water to where they are," she finally added, gypsy tones lilting as she lifted her head, nervously awaiting a response. She had not said anything new and had given no new information, but still she feared the reactions of the strangers and her pack mate. She wanted to be useful; she did not want to risk her position in the thistle kingdom, lest she lose her sister.
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