Blackfeather Woods Find your way, through the mist.

Celara was mildly surprised by the wolf that walked toward her, but when he spoke, she understood. This would makes things easier. She took a position of submission and respect, her head slightly bowed and her tail part way between her legs, but did not show any of the nervousness she felt in her gaze. "Yes, I am Celara." Her voice was polite and showed little emotion; formality was easier than anything else when she spoke to those more powerful than herself. "You are the second leader, yes?" A question she was pretty sure she knew the answer to, but one that should be asked anyway. Celara had been taught this, long ago- she shut off that line of thought. Celara needed to remain focused on the present.