Stone Circle Wisdom comes with age,

a month had passed. in those days, silvertongue felt she had returned to her slender and untouched self, as much as she was able. she saw herself apart from the pups she had birthed, and committed them gratefully to ash paw's status as pack mother. the gathering displeased her only because it was against germanicus, who had found some way to make riverclan look bad. it was for this reason that the sharpfang persuaded crowfeather to stay home with the pack's children, inviting ash paw at the last before she set off. the borders of kvarsheim were not so far, and once there, silvertongue paced prettily among those gathered, slanting a cold look at germanicus before she offered gunnar a gift of her own: a bouquet of daisies and cornflower. with the aged leader of the stone circle did silvertongue have a special accord. with akavir and arric the same, and while the clan woman did not preen, she meant to scintillate, to catch the eye. settling herself near the creek wolves, silvertongue watched gunnar, ignoring crowfeather's dark lover for the present.