Fox's Glade Bass

*kisses Bjarna on her snoot*

 

Germanicus spoke the name of the three-legged man. Swordfish watched him with an inability to bring another question to his lips. 

Are you the reason he looks so sad? Are you the reason he walks on three legs instead of four? 

He’s there… Crowfeather. The Star of Riverclan. It sounded grander than it was, maybe. The man with three legs had not shone like a star. He radiated shadows, sadness, hurt. It was shocking that someone so pathetic could be capable of healing. He’s- 

The words caught in his throat. They were not alone. Swordfish’s ears pointed, sharp. His eyes flicked to the brush where the Mereo man had summoned a watcher.