Dragoncrest Cliffs Let it smoulder

round two! this round they can vote on which plan they would like to pursue.
Round two will have a week or less, depending on how quickly the posts come in.
No posting order.

Silence fell suddenly, which Chacal had expected. The news of the bear was shocking enough. Now, they were being asked to volunteer ideas for how they might deal with the situation. Some would hold their tongue, not knowing if they should speak, or because they had no suggestions to offer that seemed like they would work. She softened her gaze, to prompt them to speak- and in turns, they did. 

The first to speak was one of their newest members, and Chacal gave to her a gracious smile. She spoke in a way which made Chacal imagine her to be intelligent, and willing to help. A bit self-aware, but of course, she was speaking in front of a crowd who did not entirely know her. Her bravery was appreciated. This one, she had been told, had come from the sea. Something of myth and lore. 

She had experience with the animals, having come from an island. She demonstrated her ability to formulate a plan- and then take into consideration the circumstances. This bear had attacked three wolves now- it was not at all likely it could be reasoned with...Though that would have been a much better course of action, if it had been optional. She suggested that they lead it away, taking turns. It still involved engaging the bear, which was what Chacal wanted the least- and it meant having several wolves involved, but it was a suggestion. 

She nodded to her once she had finished speaking. 

The only other with another suggestion was Erzulie. Something Chacal had not even considered (having been given very little talent for plant identification) was the use of poison. She was not surprised that her mother had such things. She considered that suggestion, with a distant gaze and a faint nod. The bear was hungry- voracious, even to have attacked wolves. 

A voice rang out, familiar and curious. Oh Val, She thought. She was almost amused that he had been the one to point out the elephant in the room. Sobo, bless his heart, explained briefly, but that answer would not satisfy Stingray. She understood why he would be so puzzled, upset even. 

"We will talk about dis in a moment, fear not.
Your parents we 'ave not forgot."

Not that that was the best news. That meant to imply that they had been omitted on purpose- but that topic she would share with the pack once they came to a conclusion on how to deal with the bear. 

"Dis be a t'ing we decide by vote. 
So each voice 'ave a chance to promote.
De option dat will suit us de most."

She explained. She picked up three items- a conch shell, that was large enough she could barely fit it in her mouth. When placed on the ground, its mouth down, it looked impenetrable. 

"Dis be de plan to remain in our 'ome.
Patrol de borders, an' leave de bear alone."

The next was a rib from a deer that had been slain. She placed it in the snow, its tip pointing up. 

"Dis be de plan to lead it away,
to take turns, in a bear relay."

The last item was a piece of driftwood, twisted and gnarled, crusted with barnacles. 

"An' dis be de plan to poison de bear,
feed it somet'ing dat will cause its heart to tear."

She let them look from one item to the next.

"It be important to know, dat all of dese 'ave a risk.
Choose your vote wisely, do not be brisk.
When you know your choice, choose a stone,
an' place it wid de vote dat be your own."

The votes would be public; she intended for them to think in the way of a pack. They would pull one stone from the pile each, and place it with one of the three relics placed, which would symbolize their choice. She gave a look to her siblings- they would hang back, until their packmates had voted so they might know the true desires of their packmates, unswayed by the biases they held.