Lost Creek Hollow I had a dream of the wide open prairie

Crowfeather was a little slower to reach them, but the scent of Silvertongue and Sandulf drew him quickly to where they were. 

Silvertongue had been gone for a short time. She had made herself something of an ambassador to the other clans that surrounded their hollow. While the tripod believed that she was the best suited for such things, it did not stop him from missing her presence. 

Loping onto the scene, the shadow waved his tail. Hi, welcome home Silvertongue! Hi Sandy, he offered softly in greeting.