When addressed, Jessica thinks quietly, and then recites "Oppress not the cubs of the stranger, but hail them as Sister and Brother, for though they are little and fubsy it may be the Bear is their mother."
He waits for a moment, regarding her. “Have you no words of your own? Very well. He spoke well, and you do well to recite such of the Law. All packs are one pack. Many forget this. Too many.” He lifts his gaze to the surrounding fae. “Young pack and Lodge pack, cub packs and roving packs, packs split and separated and formed anew. All are one in the dreaming.” Her pocket grows heavy.