Welcoming her brother's nudge with one of her own, Celandine took comfort in his presence, until his stomach began to growl. It only aided in reminding her how hungry she was. Unfortunately, food was not at the top of their list.
Sticking close to both Takis, and Hypatia, the youth watched on with excitement. It seemed that the pack took on a defensive stance. Wolves she knew only by scent or name moved forward, ready to do whatever was deemed necessary. One wolf in particular caught her attention. A white she-wolf who had joined them in the twilight of Magnolia Glen. The woman stepped forward, ready to prove herself, as all the other's had. Just one more able body to fill their empty ranks, one more being to place their trust in, and one more loss waiting to happen. They all left eventually, and so would she. Maybe not today, or tomorrow, but someday. Not even blood was strong enough to keep someone close.
Redirecting her attention to the matter at hand, the young girl focused in on the stranger. It seemed as though her words didn't sit well with their patriarch, and for good reason. When he addressed the tawny she-wolf his tone held an air of confidence, but Cella felt her skin prickle.
As the stranger plead her case once more, it seemed her brown eyes fell upon the siblings. Immediately, the youth looked to her sister, whose stance had already risen to the occasion. The last thing Celandine wanted anyone to think, especially a stranger, was that they were weak. Allowing her body to mimic Hypatia's posture, the amber-eyed girl felt a sense of satisfaction. Now almost indistinguishable from the smaller adults in height, she might have looked like a threat, or at least like she could put up a fight if it need be.
With bated breath she waited for her father's final verdict.