Sienna swept into the council chamber with the crisp authority of someone who had already decided the outcomes of all the items on the agenda. She settled into the seat at the head of the table, a position reserved for Elias, normally. The long table was already occupied by the fox elders, nine of them, each radiating their own brand of arrogance.
Her eyes swept over Elder Grace Twindell, and the man touched his hat, nodding in her direction, with a smile. After acknowledging him, she searched for the elders that Timothy had warned her about.
Elder Tomlin sat at the far end, his beard as long as Timothy described. It was rolled into bundles that looked heavy, in her opinion. Somehow, it was clean and neat.
"Another woman with no business here," he muttered. His beard twitched like an angry coiled serpent.
Her sweet smile in response, only made him scowl harder.
