Mudminnow River Call her Miss Mirage 'cause it's over, there's no way to hold her

The other man was the first to speak up. A breathless greeting was offered and then an explanation for his outright friendly approach. This man had thought that Crowfeather was someone else. The tripod’s ears fell to his head.

Oh, no… You’re the first I’ve seen, today.

The dark figure drew a little closer to the other man. His honey gaze was warm, gentle, as he watched the shape of the other wolf. They were strong. Their physique matched many of the warriors of the Starsea. It looked like he had been out there in the cold for a while. Crowfeather wondered if he was looking for the individual from Willowspire.

Willowspire – is that your clan? It’s got a lovely name.