Morag sat, still as an obsidian statue, and waited for one of her new Watchers to join her in the shade of the medical dens. It wasn't a terribly private place, but at the same time, she was known to be around this area enough that most would simply pass it off as someone stopping to visit with her while she got medical attention. It wouldn't last forever, not with her scarred face visibly healed, but for now she would capitalize on her recent injury. A lot of people overlooked the injured, and that was all to her favor.
Though she might appear calm, even bored, inside she was filled with fluttering nervous, her mind picking apart what information she had at her disposal. She had never met this Watcher before, and unlike those who had been recently promoted with her, he had already been one. She knew very little about him, but that was what this meeting was about... to get to know those who were now under her command.
Part of her worried if he would accept her leadership, while another part whisper that it didn't matter, she would make him if she had to... but she stuffed the nerves down deep, burying them so they wouldn't show in her voice or on her face. She needed to make a good impression and get off on the right paw. The nature of their jobs was too sensitive for dissension in the ranks, she couldn't afford even one of her Watchers to resent her or the others they worked with.
