Bramblepoint Sunblind

Something about the stranger was keener than Foxfur had anticipated. The slight male was swift to explain that he did not intend to make trouble. He had gone on to say that it seemed Foxfur had been searching for something, drawing attention to the way the warrior had moved through the brambles and torn at his flesh.

Foxfur issued a weary expression, a gentle smile lingering on his lips as he did so.

You are sharp, the warrior acknowledged. I am seeking a member of my clan, a young boy who has run away from his duty. I was told to retrieve him as swiftly as I could and return him home. Foxfur did not wish to trouble the stranger with Crowfeather’s disappearance.