Sorne sat in the war tent across its large table from three uncomfortable looking Wildermen. They weren't used to chairs or furniture in general and, though they made no complaint, she was certain they didn't enjoy them. Present were the Mother Druid, her son and her speaker. The Mother Druid wasn't known to ever speak and was always accompanied by the young woman who spoke on her behalf. How the speaker knew what the Mother had to say was a magic none of the wolves understood, but it must be nice, Sorne thought, to never have to talk to people.
The Wildermen were an odd people, always covered in paint, scantily yet ornately dressed with bland trinkets of carved stone or wood. Their clothing was made of a tough fabric spun from nettle, which the Basamortans had adopted since arriving at G
