I am the Reaper and death is my shadow

Words were said. Ranks were altered. Advancements were made. None of this really affected the young girl. As expected, her brothers would rise and begin training for leadership roles. Indigo was a softer sort and so she imagined that he would play a support role along with herself. It would be his job to heal the wounds of the leaders. It made sense to her. When he shrunk in on himself and seemed upset, however, she imagined that it didn't make sense to him. Casting a sidelong glance at him, Asla merely moved one charcoal dipped paw to rest upon one of her brother's much larger paws. Still sitting regally, her attention upon the throng before them, this was the support that she could give at the time. This subtle gesture of love and understanding.