The Sentinels biscuit, ivory, and cream

Oh guuuurl. I'm Donnelaith's Gamma. Behati repeated the phrase in the privacy of her own mind, employing her highest, whiniest brain voice for the job. Outwardly, there was no trace of it except for a burdened sigh. She was tired, sore, hungry - and fretting more about the reactions of the wolves she had let down than the freshly appointed Gamma of Donnelaith.

But none of that was Aria's fault, of course, and in an unprecedented show of maturity - courtesy of her recent pilgrimate - Behati answered without snark. "Just needed a bit of space or whatever." She sat, groaning when weight was finally taken off her hind legs. "I did check in," she added, a little defensively this time. "Just.. sometimes everyone was out." Behati's eyes found her own paws. Without raising her gaze, she asked. "So haveee.. you seen Casmir?"