Nova Peak Yeah, I'm loving all your warning signs

Grim news met the court. Stag took Wylla's words seriously, falling to contemplative silence as he mulled over the news.

They'd just uprooted themselves. It'd been so painful - for him, for Phaedra.. His heart pulled for the daughter of Wylla, who had lost more than just a garden in the move.

His muzzle was set in a grim line as he considered Wylla's announcement.

First to speak were the pair of wolves he didn't recognize; a barb of something similar to contempt shot through him as they dared throw their questioning of his leader into the court. They hadn't been here during Sagtannet's last exodus; they were literally two newcomers who threw their voice to the wind as a slap against Wylla's face and judgment.

Stag found his fur bristling. Had they not voiced their objections so subtly, he might have arrived at a similar conclusion: watch and wait -- but as they dismantled Wylla's suggestion with their well-aimed questions, Stag found his patience thinning. He felt a loyalty stir under his breast for the Eisen, who had only ever seen Sagtannet flourish under her rule.

"Does it matter?" He trained his gaze to each of them, feeling their questioning of his leader dig deep under his skin. "To wait for them to attack us would be a mistake we cannot afford."