Stone Circle Wisdom comes with age,

Words were given in a most orderly way. Akavir first delivered a lengthy regale of all the events that had transpired, and Taktuq felt her fur rising with each new revelation. Jasmine had only spoken of who the woman was, after all; the details had been lost. She steeled herself, even though she wished to sink into Gunnar, Tauris, anyone who might be a rock for her. Her mind flashed back to the bear wolves, jaws snapping at her heels.

Somewhere in the trial, her gaze had slipped to lock on Germanicus. Each pack spoke - Silvertongue after Akavir, AshPaw after her. And all the while, the man stayed silent. His face, the same. Steeled himself, against the accusations passed around him - as though the hurricane swirled, and he sat in the eye of it.

His gaze turned to Moss, and she followed it there -

And the woman slumped against Akavir, heading towards the ground.

Moss! her voice sounded detached from herself as she shot to her feet. Her spine, filled out by the rise of her fur.

A healer! Quick! the words snapped from her lips between a pitched whine before she had time to really consider them. She was moving forward, though she didn’t feel it; moving in, to try and brace Moss on her other side.

She didn’t look at Germanicus. Her gaze only broke from Moss in a wild plea to RiverClan.