After having escorted the trespasser off of ShadowClan territory, Mirehound had sprinted back through the forest. Only when she neared camp had she slowed, caught her breath, and padded in calmly to camp, did she allow herself to breathe fully. Paws made their way down the rocky slope as the shadow rejoined the meeting, icy blue eyes sweeping over the crowd. Huh. No dead bodies, no yowling. It seemed the meeting was actually calm for once. Sitting near the back, she turned her attention up to Dawnstar to await the continuation, giving her a single nod to silently communicate that the situation had been handled.