Lost Creek Hollow excessum

germanicus told me. those words uttered by akavir had stolen a thousand things from silvertongue. despite any entreaty to the otherwise, she believed it was why she had fallen from favour. she kept to riverclan and to @Wren, tending @Bonario alongside doedapple and @Kestrelcloud. the day was heavy with heat; the children lulled by the sound of the river. she herself had settled into some sense of doze, when sharpened senses caught kvarsheim's tread, and she knew at once — germanicus told me. stiff-legged the sharpfang rose, melding into grass and shadowpool until she came upon him, the wretched silver slaver who had covered his part in all this, and even after she had built her safehome with crowfeather, had found her again. and now he had destroyed akavir's feeling for her, she believed, internalizing that the creekwolf found her damaged — "get out, pendejo!" silvertongue snarled, and in violation of several agreements, she rallied the broken pieces of her heart and attacked the soldier with all the desperate fury of a scorned wraith.