Bramblepoint Rose petals

After having swum in the lake, Crowfeather had found his body revitalized. He had made his way back to the dense forest with a prickly damp pelt and several fat voles he carried by their tails. The food would not be much, but it would be something to get them through to the next morning. 

Trailing his way back to the thick of the territory, the shadow paused to search for scents of the silver man. 

@Germanicus had said that he would rest in the deep of the wood. If Crowfeather had checked his surroundings well enough, he believed he stood in the heart of the trees. The buzz of crickets had started to spring up around him.