Blacktail Deer Plateau of star & sea

Harps was nesting. Never before in her life had she had a space to call her own. But she'd found a little underground burrow at the far end of the plateau and decided to claim it as her den. She spent the better part of the early morning outfitting it with various pieces of soft brush and even strands of her own fur to make insulated bedding. Once she was happy with it, she settled down for a long, hard nap. She had never felt so cozy, safe and snug.

But sounds of dissension disturbed her rest and even the mild-mannered newcomer could not ignore the lure of a commotion. By the time Harps made her way to the scene, the confrontation was well underway. Still blinking the sleep from her copper eyes, she could only stop and stare at the place where the three wolves she knew best (Erzulie, Ying and Rosalyn) appeared to be at odds with one another and a small handful of unfamiliar faces. Uncertain what to make of any of it, she simply did what several others had gathered here to do: Harps gawked.