Haunted Wood digging out stumps of old resentments that refuse to rot on their own (mtr.)

"All changes are to be met before the High Elk." She didn't deny what changes are to happen. It was somthing that was to be done, what she wanted to. They were no longer a powerhouse they once were, a group of hundreds of members, maybe even more. She couldn't interact with them all, but their land was just as large as these forests and plains were.

Now they were severly numbered and weakened- if she wanted to regain that power once more. Changes would be made. In regard as well, Célnes did not hold such a grudge against the grayscales or the golden as others. Blacks were a wary color to see of, but more tolerable then white.

Even she, wouldn't accept that color.

"As it has been said, all not of Deorwine, will go through the High Elk for his judgement. Is that not enough?" A fire-lit gaze passed through Calhoun, to Rohesia, to Odessa, and faintly to her guard, Germanicus. She knew he not believed in, but did not know he thought not-too fondly of worshipping 'meat.' Different religions, after all.

"We can never know what He may be thinking, and only can try to find him so." Then the elken woman turned away from them all.