L'iv was not technically squad business anymore. She had been promoted into the spot V'tyai had vacated after he had made the mistake of tangling with M'onk. It was a good gig, honestly. Better than squadleader had been. She slept more.

Still, she had a responsibility to the riders she had left behind in that promotion, to make sure the wing didn't fall apart after that...hm. What was the word?

Fiasco, ma'am. Howlith's voice was mild as he strolled behind L'iv, matching her sedate pace easily and keeping an eye out for Watch as they approached C'ross's weyr. There are other words and a few acronyms I can think of, but I think you catch my drift.

"Hmm. I don't know, Howlith, I think four-letter words are appropriate, here." L'iv's voice was easy as she shook her head and approached the door. Howlith stayed far abreast of Merceth's wallow; the big brown was territorial enough on a good day, and Howlith had no inclination to get on his bad side any time soon. So instead he sat down, curled his tail neatly around his haunches, and snorted amusement.