Stone Circle Life alone makes me shake

Reverie, he echoed breathlessly. It was a nice name, almost angelic in its sound. It was another name that seemed foreign to him. Crowfeather wondered what she might have been called, if she had been born beneath the sea of stars. With a coat colored in faded sunlight and creams, he could think of many things that she could be called.

It’s very nice to meet you.

A nervous wag of his tail was offered to Reverie.

It was only then that he caught the wound on her shoulder. An attack! Crowfeather wondered if it had been the dangerous group that Silvertongue had mentioned. His eyes locked on the shoulder-gash with a fearful expression on his face. Dark ears fell back to his head.

Y- Y- You’re hurt…