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

A snowstorm had separated him from his group. Their plan had been to follow the river.

Crowfeather looked to the waters with pricked ears. It was a sound plan, following the naturally flowing water to a single destination. The Star couldn’t help but wonder where they had planned to land. He did not think that he could visit the river daily to assist this stranger, but he wanted to try to help.

How far did you plan to follow it? I can journey with you a short ways to see if we find any of your clan.

The Star offered a nervous smile. He hoped that the other wolf would agree. Crowfeather could ask him about his travels, about the world he might have come from. It wasn’t often that he met new wolves.