Stone Circle Wisdom comes with age,

The valley gathers, representatives of each pack converging on their sacred circle, not a one so frowsy as she. With only a gentle blink she greets Arric, the rest collecting curious looks. There’s the handsome alpha of Swiftcurrent Creek, and the strong silver woman by his side. Following are the Riverclan diplomats, a new mother with a patchwork pelt and a second who knows the ways in which to move her pretty body to garner intrigue- even Tauris will not avert her stare for some time. She’s relieved when Taktuq joins them, like a pillar of normalcy amid all this to do.

Too visible, she quells her hunch and a scuttle of antsy toes, but not the tine of whiskers that seems to flinch with every new sound, nose working overboard to map these new scents and feeling light-headed in the process.

She is a silent witness to the events that will follow, fulfilling the civic responsibilities associated with her rank, but certain nothing useful will come from opening her mouth here. Her role is as support to Móðir and Faðir.

Finally, the trial begins. she looks at Germanicus.