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Shaye looked to both Rhyme and Ody, and the darker part of her speech seemed to dominate their minds. Neither of them addressed her suggestion that they give him a warden and set him to seeing the pain others had gone through in the fire. Perhaps they thought that that was too far also, perhaps she couldn’t separate her emotions fairly from this.

She sat down heavily, trying to rattle her own thoughts together. Ody began to speak again, saying how he believed a lighter hand was necessary, and that his punishment should be done in a way that very clearly expressed why he was being punished. She agreed with him there.

“Yes.” she said with a heavy sigh as he said they all knew who had been injured. That the root of the problem lay there, somewhere, and she nodded, slowly, piecing together the things she had seen as well. “Poem has a mother, a raven, a place as heir to the pack. He is deeply jealous of her, but how to handle that? I am not about to remove any of these things from her…” she pointed out dryly. She had calmed a little at this point, she had seen Poem in passing, and she knew her daughter hadn’t been too badly hurt, she was one of the wolves with only light injuries. The knowledge that she could have died… not dwelling on that was the only thing she could do for Noir’s sake. “I had entertained the idea of seeing him as lead warrior one day, i did not wish for him to think he had no place in Abaven, but his tendencies as a bully kept me from suggesting it to him.”