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

The shadow could feel his heart sink at the other man’s words. He was willing to count it as a loss, move on. He suggested that he had been the only one who had made it that far down the river.

Crowfeather looked certainly along the bank of the flowing water. He wished that he had been there, that he could confirm something more for this man. It was difficult to lose family. The Star couldn’t see how he was holding such a brave face, so accepting of these horrible circumstances. It was difficult to swallow the feeling that he needed to offer something to this man.

You could stay in our home, until you know more.

The tripod’s voice quavered uncertainly.

It’s not far.