Hector spoke to Tiny
"To be honest I've never thought that far ahead. Up till now we had the freedom of the city. The pack's boundaries were fluid. They would be wherever we felt they should be in a given moment. So we cultivated that... We roamed, keeping the locus in the railyard as our centre point. And if we found something worth hunting, we'd just... do it. Drop out of the sky. Appear out of nowhere. Hunt. And then gone. I liked it that way. But now, we are pretty much hemmed in - one way or another. The trip to the winery was an attempt to recapture our old wandering spirit."
And that hadn't worked so good.
He grunted at Galina
"We ain't human. But... Yeah. Senseless killing serves no purpose. We hunt. We don't murder. Destruction for destruction's sake is wrong. Change is okay and sometimes that means things have to die. They can always return; later; in a new way. And sure, we can talk things out. But the Alpha's word is final. It has to be."
Working through plans was one thing. Being driven by the Chorus was quite another.