That wasn't there before

The stranger-wolf gave slow nods at her words, but she wasn't sure how much was getting through. He seemed rather entranced by the strongly growing cyrstals, and it wasn't a feeling she could relate to. Any compulsion had been overridden by the horror of thinking - if just for a moment - that she might have fed contaminated meat to her Mistress. She watched as his thought the problem through and came to a conclusion. "You would know best, Sir" She said, taking another step back to clear room for him to approach the obelisk. She had reached the limit of interference she would allow herself. Already, she had spoken too loudly against her betters, and she was lucky to have Briars protection. In any other place she would have been beaten for her arrogance. That she did not know his status within the pack increased her anxiety. The Warlord himself had a rather large collection of children and grandchildren close to this wolf in age.

She hovered anxiously near him, prepared to catch and treat him if the cyrstals affected him negatively. Whatever would their Warlord say if she let a wolf that may well be prized to him die? So she sat, watching in silence as he picked up a stick and began to chisel away at a cluster. She tensed, suspence running through her vains.