Snowfall was not paranoid. But she remembered all the dead IceWings. She remembered being sick with the plague along with everyone around her. The physicians had been trying so hard to find a cure while they were sick themselves. It's probably a normal plague, she'd told herself, the other tribes wouldn't be so evil as to try and massacre us. Still, something had nagged her from the back of her mind. This doesn't seem like a normal plague. Maybe it's the NightWings. They've always hated us, and they have animus magic. No, we're at peace now. They want to cooperate, and to quietly rebuild. She remembered wondering when she and the people she loved would die, and if and who would be saved by a cure before then. She remembered Queen Glacier's death. She'd made them swear to support whoever she choose as her heir, and then she'd said it was Snowfall. Her mother had always been distant, but she was the queen. Every once in a while she'd checked on Snowfall, made sure she was doing all right and wasn't embarrassing her, reassured her once when she was really worried. And now Snowfall was queen. She hadn't known this would happen... Wasn't really sure what to do, just that she had a responsibility to the whole IceWing tribe. She wouldn't fail. She couldn't. And then she'd learned the truth about the plague. She'd been right all along! The NightWings... SHE'D THOUGHT THEY COULD BE TRUSTED. She'd given them the benefit of the doubt and THEY HAD TRIED TO MASSACRE HER WHOLE TRIBE. She'd gathered her army and rushed away, intending to hunt them down to the open ocean. Afterward, she'd sworn that she would never be duped again. She would protect her tribe. She would never trust other tribes and be massacred ever again.