Golden Glade One summer day

I have never heard it, he lied.

Vein came from their pack. He could smell it. The wolf he had met after had come from their pack too, and still Crowfeather maintained a fleeting look of courage as he looked back into the male’s eyes.

The female who stood at his side was far more frightening. When the dark runaway looked to her, he felt his stomach churn violently. Crowfeather thought that he would immediately vomit but managed to hold his gut with a great deal of teeth-gritting.

They wanted to know what he could offer…

I- he did not know what he could offer them to pass through what he had believed to be unclaimed territory. The fear surged again. Crowfeather felt his legs grow weak. I am a seer! he finally called out to them, voice cracking.

I- I have visions, the dark thing said next.