Bait and snares
While Itziar was riding the beorn, an uproar broke out among the warriors. Excited voices were raised in the face of an iniquitous decision, but Ravin knew how to handle the discontent of her companions.
After a few minutes, the dissenting voices were silenced, leaving only Ravin's steady voice echoing through the silent valley.
To keep them busy, their captain ordered them to return to the camp with the other members and report to her on the situation on that side, while she would do the same.
"Sergeant Lewis, you'll be in charge until we return." Ravin pointed to a dark-haired, dark-skinned woman.
This was the same woman who had joked with her companions when they were trapped underwater.
Hearing that she would be in charge, the young woman straightened her posture and put a hand to her chest.
"Yes ma'am!" Sergeant Lewis's face hardened into a grimace as she complied with her superior's orders.