Grouse Thicket quercus

The silver male said he was going somewhere far, somewhere cold. 

Crowfeather could not help but to feel disheartened by this news. This wolf, whoever he was, had been kind and rugged. He was an enigma that the dark seer was not prepared to have met. 

I can- I can keep up! I'll do anything you need. I'll even f- fight.

The words felt foolish. He didn't even know this man, or the world from which he had ventured. Crowfeather waited to see what the silver wanderer might say before he offered his most special ability as currency.