Dragoncrest Cliffs Let it smoulder

Last for me; probably going to conclude this here, given that it is now out of date, and so that those who have departed one way or another can start updating their threadlog.

Chacal waited patiently while the wolves cast their vote, curious to see which options appealed to them the most. It became clear within only a few moments that the most popular option was the one that Chacal had been waiting to select as well. So when she placed her own stone next to the driftwood, and settled back with her fellow leaders, she allowed the others to survey the votes.

Some had refrained; and so this told her they would have to simply go along with whichever outcome there was to be had. They were young- and Chacal would prefer they were not a part of any of the more violent options, anyway. The conch received but one vote- from Suzu, who wished for peace. The rib had garnered two votes, and the driftwood had the biggest pile, of six stones next to it. 

Action was what the pack wanted- so she looked to her Maman. She would meet with her later to discuss poisons. 

The final portion of the meeting was simple; a quiet announcement that upon disgracing himself and baring his fangs at Chacal, Njord had been demoted. And that he and his wife had chosen to leave; that the pack would bid them a farewell. 

Once the meeting adjourned, it was time to begin planning for their next steps.