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Clary could almost guess at what Red was thinking just by the way the older outrider glanced her way, and she offered an apologetic smile. Their initial reception at Swiftcurrent hadn't been what either of them had expected, and the bison skin just weighed as another burden on their already weary shoulders. Clary was almost excited for the trip back to Easthollow, simply knowing they wouldn't have to carry the pelt back.

She chose to stay quiet when Red offered her voice and instead found herself distracted by a bit of dirt clinging to the bristly hair of the bison skin. Her worries elsewhere, Clary reached out absently to paw off the dust of travel. What if the leaders here at Sunspire didn't show up to give an audience at all? Her paw slowed as she turned her eyes to the mountain's rocky depths, and found herself praying desperately that someone here would regard their call as a business worth attending.