It's Time

Corbie moved away from the chaos of the gathering, stiff and aching from wounds as-yet untreated. After the winner had been decided she'd called out for anyone who wished to join her pack to follow her, before moving away from the rest. Let those who had supported Kotori Fatalis comfort him in his loss in relative private, and those who had come only for the drama to disperse as they would. A quiet word to Tam sent the collie off towards home, where he would begin gathering their stock. It seemed that she was going to be steeped in pack politics from now on anyway, thanks to her impulsive decision, so she may as well move them closer to where they could keep an eye on things and know how the tides moved rather than being further away and taken by surprise. She had a fairly good idea of where she wanted them moved to. She would see if her would-be pack members concurred with her decisions on territories, then join Tam to bring the sheep and their inventory there.

Sighing, she sat heavily, mint gaze moving with intensity back towards the dispersing gathering to see who would be following, and who would be leaving.