The tail end of Meesei's answer was slowly interrupted by growing murmurings in the crowd from the news. It didn't appear as though there were any more questions, but obviously the new information had everyone talking. As soon as Oswall was satisfied that there was no one else to answer for now, he turned around to the rest of the lieutenants. "I believe that will be all."

Darahil still held Vera to his shoulder in comfort, but added his own opinion. "We should mitigate further concerns from up close. We need to be among them. Vera, will you be alright?"

After another moment, Vera pulled back and started to wipe her puffy eyes. She had clearly bottled up a lot at this point, but somehow she was quickly recovering. She spoke in spite of a blocked nose. "I think...I think I need a short while," She sniffed loudly, "I am sorry. I tried to stay composed..."

"Vera, I hardly think grieving for your husband undermined what you said. In fact, I believe it helped you message," Oswall said bluntly, before turning to Meesei once more, "Darahil is correct, however. Our words would best help our packs face to face. I'm sure you understand."