The creature—Delta—made it to the water. To his credit, he didn't immediately turn tail and splash away. She watched him with mild and fearless curiosity, despite the antsiness that had started to claw at her again. What was he thinking about?
He repeated the name she'd given him, kingdom included. Urna's eyes narrowed. "Different?" She cocked her head dangerously, but her stance eased slightly when he answered her non-question. Casting her eyes out toward the indicated horizon, she pictured the ocean: vast, deep, wild and—so she'd thought—fairly empty of the kinds of creatures that spoke sense.
Urna huffed wry surprise at his next question. "I don't rightly know, myself. Verdantis is bigger than my old clan, for sure. Two hundred, maybe? I'll be seeing for myself soon." Caution kept her from offering more information about the meeting. The last thing Duskorna needs to know is when our patrols will be thin at the fringes.
Time to pry the other way. "You've met another pack?"