"It is the decision of the elders of the tribes of the Greenwoods that you, Whirlwind ap Whisperwood, in their wisdom, must become the Lord in Winter," Forestfire said solemnly. To her right and left were a number of deer, most of them with greying manes. Riverblossom was there, representing the mages. Another deer, a stag in a richly embroidered emerald scarf, was to the chieftain’s right. A doe wearing a blindfold with golden script written across it, a stag in armour, and others represented the various castes of deer society. Behind Forestfire were some of the same deer they had seen in the war hall the other day, the representatives of other tribes. Elder Wildwood was nowhere to be seen.