Swiftcurrent Creek death brings life · pack meeting

Clarice payed no attention to any who heeded her except for Jinx and—when he arrived—her father. Clarice's eyes were never soft, but they were sharp; that was how one knew Clarice cared. She was strange. Not gentle by any means, too wild, feral, and unpredictable (given she was not mentally sound) to be such a thing. Still. Her awareness of the two who she (in her own way) cared for and adored spoke volumes.

She listened to Fox, and when her command was given she nodded. Lethe was dead. Clarice was numb to that; her father knew more of her than she. But she did not turn her gaze toward him. There was a strange feeling within her that she was only now becoming aware of, and her eyes swept to the crowd around them. It was now she simply waited for dismissal, having nothing to say on the matter. She was accepting, and her willingness to obey was clear enough.