Horizon Ridge Angels Writ, Devils Drought

Cygnet said little during the travel, knowing that her silence would arouse no suspicion. She wondered if her willingness to go might raise some eyebrows, but no one seemed to question her- besides, every spare body would be helpful. 

It was only when Moonwoman's jade eyes passed over her that a flicker of concern glimmered in her single, labradorite eye, the sliver of green revealing itself momentarily as her pupil narrowed. She blinked, a subtle acknowledgement of the woman's rank, but said nothing and made no move to catch her consideration. 

A broad-shouldered man spoke, and she blinked again to see another wolf whose face was scarred as her own, a pale socket left where the orb had once been. Another battle-torn man spoke, asserting that Arric, or the wolves of Sapphique, should decide their departure. As much as she begrudged hearing that Arric would have an influence on that decision, she was glad at least that it was her pack that would have some sway in the matter. 

She flicked her tongue across her lips, and remained silent.