At this stage, Wolfhive was having a hell of a time keeping tabs on things. Normally he'd like to watch the crowd but he felt too nauseous to tune in effectively, and though he distantly was aware of announcements - including the fact RiverClan's seemed lackluster - he didn't have the capacity to retain any information.
Wolfhive hunched down near where he had stationed himself, remaining a fair chunk away from most cats. He was just trying to keep it together 'til Bumba called the crowd home.