anyone up for a deal with the devil? this will be helpful later ;)) set just before the attack on the league <3 

For a while after the trial, nobody had caught sighting of Snowblister at all — and her distance wasn't because she was ashamed, or because she was scared, or because she had left (but she let them think that), but because she needed time to think. She was only around when she was needed, and any other time she was in her den, or wandering the caves, or out of camp, mulling over the same point of disdainful interest: Kier. Their tensions had only grown after the trial, becoming impossibly tense, monstrous — she wasn't sure she would be able to contain herself around him, and the only thing holding her back was that damned oath they had taken in the moons before he rose to leadership. She could feel it thrum in her blood; she regretted it more every day. 

Her waltz back into the public eye was a quiet one. One day she wasn't around, the next she simply was, no word given to her disappearance (other than the occasional show for important matters), and nobody dared to question it — but the air was still tense with confusion, anticipation, like Snowblister and Kier were circling each other in a ring and they were waiting to see who would strike first. Snowblister planned to, of course, because she always had to have the upper hand, but she was unprepared. Kier had lackey's, he had the clan's support, and he was attempting to turn them against her — she needed someone to back her. 

Nobody would ever admit their distaste for Kier, not when he had ears everywhere, but she always prided herself in knowing someone's intentions, at seeing through veils and lies, and perhaps someone would simply fall into place. She already had a few in mind, a few who she knew would take the lesser of two evils between her and Kier, and she kept an especially close eye on them from her usual place, the slightly elevated spot just beside the large stalagmite in the centre of camp that their leader made announcements from.