Today I have heard distressing news from outlying scouts about sightings of Wolves along the Northern Boundries of the Scent Border.

Even more curious is the reports of a fur capped mouse being seen nearby, seemly observing alongside the wolves. I am going to have to send a Patrol to investigate, in my gut I know this to be an ill omen. The Great Peace could not last forever. I am painfully aware of this truth even if the rest of the leaders of the territories are not.

Tomorrow will be a day of letters, meetings, and the beginings of solving the mystery of this ill omen of mouse with wolf…

Isolde
Matriarch of the Guard
June 21st 1200