Lost Creek Hollow We lost track of the time

He was looking for @Silvertongue.

That alone was a source of anxiety. Kel still wasn't sure where he stood with the pale-furred leader, and he wasn't sure he wanted to know, either. Life was already too complicated for his liking. He might have turned to Crowfeather if he thought the man would have any wisdom for him, but what Kel needed was the advice of a woman, and he wasn't sure where else to look.

So he'd left his patient temporarily to track her scent through the territory, hoping that she would have time for him even amid the latest Valley drama. If he waited for things to calm down, he felt he would be waiting forever.

the latest — it had rendered silvertongue beside herself. akavir and — and now bonario, here, in riverclan, and @Wren besides, recovering from something that she still did not understand. but the sharpfang was grateful for the alliance of kvarsheim and swiftcurrent, flattered that riverclan was seen as a place of neutrality, and proud of so many healers were present to tend the wounded. they were druids, of a sort, and the thought pleased her despite everything as she fell into weary step beside kestrelcloud. "have you rested lately?" silvertongue asked in a direct manner, watching him. she would not have them all tired; they would take such things in shifts.

She looked as exhausted as he felt. When I can, He said, a simple truth that couldn't be helped; between Doedapple and Bonario, Kel hardly had a moment to himself. It's never-ending. His voice darkened a shade or two, but it was clear from his tone that this was all he would offer in the way of observation or complaint toward the continuous drama among their allies.

Actually, do you have time to talk? Unrelated to the Valley drama, Kel paused. It's about Doedapple. Of course it was about her; it was no secret that he existed in helpless orbit of the Dreamleaf, but suddenly Kel felt self-conscious, remembering when they'd both spoken to Silvertongue about their plans to have children. He hadn't meant for the Sharpfang to see so much of the vague and confused dynamic between them.

she nodded, and with his agreement, silvertongue would sweep them into a quieter corner, bathed in shadow. "what about doedapple?" she asked softly, concerned for the woman. she had not questioned what was between the two, only their happiness. kestrelcloud was given her full attention.