Stone Circle Wisdom comes with age,

gunnar was stern in that moment, and silvertongue both wisely and instinctively answered his determination for justice with a straightening of her back. akavir spoke then, and at length. the smokey timbre of his voice went on carefully, and she noted the details she had not before known. the glassblue eyes hazarded another glance at germanicus. now that the names of those involved had been said, silvertongue began to gather her own answers, though she was intrigued by the mention of this reverie. when the creek wolf had finished his explanation, the sharpfang lifted her head to regard each of the others in turn. "i am silvertongue of riverclan. i have not met this bruja. what i know is that germanicus says he is allied with riverclan, but his loyalty appears only to be for crowfeather, or he would not have acted so rashly. i accept whatever punishment that kvarsheim and swiftcurrent decide upon, and will enforce it in riverclan as well." the darkbit part of her, which had never forgiven germanicus for turning crowfeather from the potential of love in return, now saw this as a reason to wash her paws of him once and for all. the idea of akavir as a father of young ones reminded her what he had said of the name mayfair, and she made a mental note to visit the creek once this was all over. and the sharpfang felt now that she could hear the shrieking of that poor coyote babe, and fell silent, sickened and angered.