While Sienna was enduring some royal pains, the council of elders was gathered in their hall, at the invitation of Lady Cadelaria. They were sitting around the table, faces grim, eyes sharp with suspicion. Lady Cadelaria was sitting at the center, her voice already pitched high, eager to dominate the room.
"She must be stopped, that human meat ball is ruining this tribe. It is bad enough that she ignores us, but she thinks she can just rewrite our laws as she pleases!" She slammed her palm against the table. "She throws our wisdom which has been accumulated over a so many years and dares to call herself matriarch when she is not even a fox by blood. How long must I put up with this?"
Murmurs rippled though the room. Some elders nodded, others frowned, but none spoke louder than Lady Cadelaria. She seemed to thrive under the echo of her own words.
