Stone Circle Wisdom comes with age,

They had found the one Moss called traitor, and he had willingly come.

Gunnar, Tauris, and Germanicus had already gathered by the time Taktuq arrived, and the first thing she thought when she entered the Stone Circle and her gaze drew towards Germanicus was that he did not strike her as a foul wolf. He was quiet, unmoving. She might have mistaken him for one of the stones themselves if she had not known better.

She was keen to hear what he had to say for himself when he finally had the chance to speak.

Taktuq offered Tauris a wordless nod and settled next to Gunnar.

The other packs came in good time. Akavir lay a fox before them, and Taktuq received both Swiftcurrent and their gracious gift with a bow of her head, and to Silvertongue she offered the same - though Taktuq turned a fleeting, yet questioning glance at Gunnar for the flowers she placed before him, and the particular way the woman carried herself amongst the others gathered there. And jealousy flared in her stomach. But though her eyes stayed on him, now was not the time to question. Not Gunnar, anyway.

They would question Germanicus now. Before Akavir and Moss. Before Silvertongue and AshPaw. Before Swiftcurrent and RiverClan. Before the Standing Stones.

Before them all, the trial would begin.