Gallus had to look aside for a moment to think about Peiter's question. "I imagine..." he said. "That we will be organising our contingency plans soon after we bring this information to the council. Being that I was a witness to all this, I may be able to sit in on the meetings and be told where we would be heading."

"Gallus," Uthri still had her arms crossed, but was speaking in matters-of-fact. "If they even tell you, what makes you think that they'd let you take that information halfway across Tamriel, on your own, to something that you can't guarantee to be safe?"

There was a glance to Uthri, and a worried knotting of Gallus' brow. "A suppose I'll just have to find you myself, then."

"Don't you dare..." Uthri growled. She let her hands fall to her sides and raised her voice. "Don't you dare go running off after all that we've been through as a pack! Are we no better than those hens you ran away from in the clanhome? Is that what you think of us!?"

Gallus was speechless for the moment that Uthri left him to answer.

"I don't care about some sickly child miles away from us when we have our own problems!" Uthri's voice and expression turned from anger to pleading. She touched her fingers to her chest over her heart, tapping her hands to punctuate her speech. "Myself, Tzirret, Peiter, even you. We. Need. Each other right now, Gallus. You don't have to keep a promise to someone dead when your living family needs you. Please."

Tzirret turned his head from Uthri to Gallus, looking just as worried in his silence.

Uthri stared on, waiting for Gallus' answer.

Gallus stared back, blinked once, looked at the ground, and sighed. "I can see that this was put forth rather soon and suddenly. We'll have this chat again when we get home. I can postpone if we need to." He looked around to the pack's faces and tightened his lips back without smiling. "Perhaps I'll have to take you all with me."