Altar of Twilight evergreen

I-

Foxfur paused, feeling a flush of foolishness course through his weathered frame. The warrior had not thought to ask which clan the boy had belonged to. He could assume that this was what the woman meant by the Saints.

I’m not sure. A pale wolf is searching for him. She said her name was Nyra. She has sharp yellow eyes and a warrior’s stature, Foxfur offered, hoping this would answer the question more adequately than he had before. I am searching for another… a boy named Crowfeather who has run from his home.

The search that had stretched far too long.