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Cercelee was surprised and annoyed at Hanna’s entrance onto the scene. The ebony women was not a pack member any longer, and the confession the female had given Cer was still on her mind. Too at home, the female must feel. She knew the healer loved Dahlia de Mai, and she couldn’t blame her for that. Yet she had denounced the pack by leaving it, and not returning. Cercelee couldn’t trust the loyalty of someone like that. Yet perhaps Svara had been expecting her? How else would she have arrived so swiftly? And more so, as Svara’s cruel words spewed out and she removed the bandage Cercelee did not say a word to Hanna. Perhaps it would be useful to have a healer on hand, but the disrespect of the pack borders did not go unnoted.
“Svara? I did not know. What’s happened girl?” Her voice, as before was firm and gentle, the inquiry of play had been the same. Very rarely did the female grow angry or panicked and now was no exception, despite the churning of her stomach at the sight of the eyes. Her face was a mess, there was little other way to describe it, and as Cwmfen approached and spoke, she knew the woad Adonis was right. This was no accident, and Cercelee needed a name. Such an act was vile, there were no other signs of a fight, it was as if the act had been performed for the sheer enjoyment of it. Cercelee nodded to Cwmfen, as if to welcome her presence, but then turned back.
Then Firefly strode in, and Cercelee flicked an ear in annoyance. Too many people dealing with too delicate a subject, she did not know if Svara minded the large crowd but the Rosea did. Firefly’s words echoed her own question and Cercelee turned to the Acer, her eyes curious, her tone neutral, but her words loaded. “Firefly, haven’t you your own children to be looking for? There are enough now to care for Svara. You have other duties you should be attending.” And truly, Cercelee wasn’t sure why the mother wasn’t out searching for her brood. Cer, Kol, Alexey and the others spent long hours searching for the pups, yet she hadn’t seen Firefly leave the pack lands but a handful of times, if anyone shouldn’t she be worried the most? Cercelee felt something, either that of suspicion or distrust in Firefly, although Cercelee did not know if it was because she faulted Firefly for the disappearance of Conor and Emwe or if she just did not like a female who cared so little for her pups that she had not joined in on the searches to the extent Cer expected. Either way, she kept her distaste for the women in bay and turned back to the younger member assembled, waiting for her words.
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