Stone Circle devour to survive, so it's always been

Her muzzle twists darkly, she knows of whom Gunnar speaks and his involvement in the violence fails to surprise. Silvertongue allowed for peace to be restored when she swept him out of their lands, and she was certain Riverclan was well equipped to handle whatever injuries a foul tongue had certainly won him.

Her tail flounces as Gunnar speaks. She is inclined to agree with her alpha, the stress and length of the journey to Swiftcurrent, where the newborn would go without milk was a risk. But there is a steady resolve in Akavir’s face that will go unconfronted.

“I’m so sorry for your loss, and the attack on your wolves,” she falls to solemn silence, remembering the soldier’s strength- though also how she had collapsed that day of the trial. Her heart aches for the creek wolves, and also for her own. A rogue brigade in the vale was a danger to them all and the vulnerability of her pregnancy was suffocating. Her ridge gave rise, maternal impulses turning defensive.

“Are you in need of warriors?” she will selfishly wish keep Figment at her side, but there were others who could go to aid the valley. Ulfhild. Germanicus. This threat needed to be eradicated immediately.