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It was with great dread that Stag approached the den. The last time he had seen Wylla, she had converted from a packmate Stag admired to something Lovecraftian-mixed-with-Stoker -- ever since then, Stag had laid very low.

Scared he might witness her teeth again, Stag had avoided the den entirely. Yet he knew, if he didn't come today during the congregation, his absence might be noted. With hares ears in his twitching mouth, the yearling nervously made his way to the den.

There were already people here -- too many for Stag's comfort - what if Wylla told them about what had happened? Stag's nose twitched nervously as he read the scene; Mahler standing over Phaedra, Wylla and Star and Wintersbane nearby -- Nyx on the fringes -- Q with something her in mouth (and looking strange). This was all too much for Stag, who dropped the hare's velveteen ears with a quiet meep and then decided to hastily retreat.