Nodding, Amber decided to repeat what he had told her in order to make sure tthat her ears had picked it up correctly.
"One, meeting for a force of nature. Two, Seek out Jackdaw at all costs. Three, Watch the boarders. All of this goes to Sleekwing, the Castellan. That about right?" her voice repeated to him, the eternal sliver of roughness there, but the vocie was also one that was gentle, and curious, needing to know if it was correct. The wrong message could have terrible results. Then, as the breeze ruffled her fur, an idea dawned upon her mind. If this Sleekwing wanted to send a message back, there would be a problem of exactly where she might find Israfel once again to bring a message back? Surely they would need a meeting place, or someplace where she could find him again and tell him where Sleekwing may want to meet him.

"So, if he wishes to send a message back, where do i got to find you and deliver it, or where do I send him to meet you?" her questions were reasonable and very good, at least to the she-wolf. Clearly, his only idea had been to find her. Had he planned anything else, like his questions, or a meet-up time, or where he might be found?