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Calhoun had been late to arrive, something unusual for him, but with each passing meeting his interest in his Kings words faded. Of course, even if he held strong distaste for his cousins and their decisions, they were still his family and his pack. He arrived near the back of the gathering just in time to get the gist of the conversation. Célnes had been injured, attacked, and Chad voiced his interest in scouting ahead. They were moving.

For once, he kept his maw shut, his own opinions obviously known as his cousin's gaze finally met his and others had already interjected with similar thoughts. Perhaps it was the High Elk's way of showing her she wasn't as mighty as she might think just because she led. He always had a way and even if he could not directly challenge her decree, there were other ways to send a message. Célnes would learn soon enough, and so he turned to Chad, I will follow you. Perhaps I can track down the High Elk's herd.