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Dated for Jan. 3rd please 
Anyone! A leader or someone high-ranked would of course be convenient, but I'm not picky 
Belle was less weary. The poor thing; he walked more now in sympathy with her, and had not ridden her at all this last day. After all, she walked no faster than him, but she did carry the satchels of goods, and boy were they heavy. Luckily, some of the weight disappeared as they consumed food from what he had brought along, but that helped little towards lessening her burden. On the journey from Anathema to Phoenix Valley, it had become clear to him that she would require a longer rest. After all, they had traveled from AniWaya to Inferni in one long stretch, only stopping to eat or sleep, and now he was zig-zagging her across the map, from one territory to another. Not only this, but she was unfamiliar with the wolves who greeted her master, and he could sense that she was on edge whenever they appeared, and throughout his meeting with them. It was understandable; most wolves would perhaps consider her prey. Dawali would have done so too, had it not been for having learnt that her uses far exceeded that of simple sustenance. It sounded cynical, but it was not, and he felt a deep affection for the animal. Liliana claimed they could be communicated with on some level, and though Dawali could only manage to direct her with his movements or soothe her with soft words, he knew very well that they were intelligent creatures. Far more so than the bull they had captured almost a year ago now. He showed her the same respect he would have any other weary companion, and they spent many hours more than they had needed to to travel south to their ally's territories. Belle was not as alert here, for she recognized this scent, and it was good that she could relax better.
Dawali called for someone and anyone. Jefferson would be a likely candidate, however the Chief did not wish to disturb the male in case he found no patience for trades. Dawali would not respond to everyone who came calling at their own borders unless they called for him specifically; he wouldn't have time. It was a good thing that he had trusted members that could handle any trades that might knock on their door, without having to involve him in it. He did not mind who came to his call, and settled comfortably on a rug as he waited for whoever it would be who came. The Chief was looking forward to this, with absolutely no worries in his heart. He knew he could walk across their borders (probably) if he wanted to, but this one was always polite. Besides, this was no situation to speak of at all. It would not justify his intrusion, and he did not wish to harm the relationship between the two packs. The Chief sat calmly as he waited, thinking of his luck in the fact that Phoenix Valleys help had not yet been needed. It was a comforting thought, much as it was comfortable to remember the safety in having an ally.