Raisa was...slightly--slightly!--jealous. Though the shamans followed her, she had not quite earned the same level of obedience. Her commands were more suggestions, to be considered as a group--suggestions that were often heeded, to be sure, or otherwise only slightly modified.

In this instance, less verbal communication was needed; just a swish of the tail, lifted ears and a paw raised as if frozen midstep before the decision was apparently made. One shaman was enough; no need to have everyone tramping about all over the place, with how insulated the cave already was.

The laguz reverted, rising up to two feet, and waited by the cavern mouth, peering into the dark to try and discern the first details.