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Bronte let Ceridwen speak first, addressing everyone who had gathered. She sat right next to her older, gray packmate. A sign that the two of them had already conversed. Her expression was pensive. Serious. Blonde brows slightly pinched in worry as she stared at the ground. 

Her rotating ears digested every word, every detail that Ceridwen offered. When she looked up, it was to each wolf, to see their response. 

Finally, she spoke.

"Anathema ran off before I could speak with her. I don't know where she would have gone." Likely, no one else would have, either. "Aside from Alaric of Moonspear, there was one other wolf, a little younger than me, there to pull Ana away. I assume she was a sister or a cousin. Silver white, with green eyes."

Maggak. But she was of Moonspear and needed there to look after her brother. She drew in a breath. "As for Moonspear...we need to find Ponyboy and Anathema first. She is our problem. Not Moonspear's." She looked for Killdeer among those gathered, but did not see him. "I will search as well."