Snowheart walks a circle around her camp all night, thinking of ways that she could possibly both keep control of the river and keep Storm. She knew that if she let go of the river, that her pack would die out leaving the Dark Hearts to control the forest which was no good. And if she let them take Storm she would have another innocent wolves blood on her conscious. She really didn't know what to do, and in all of her life of being the alpha, for once she wished she wasn't and begged the ancestors for a sign.