Lost Creek Hollow Golden Slumbers

The boy didn’t seem to speak a familiar language.

Crowfeather’s features scrunched in worry. He glanced at Sandy, wondering if he should send the defending man to Kvarsheim to find someone who could translate. Gunnar had done well to balance both languages, during the large meeting they had shared. The dark Star would have preferred to call for Bjarna, but her language skills weren’t much better than this boy’s.

Sandy, do you think you could find Gunnar? Have him come?

Crowfeather didn’t want to throw the stranger out. He belonged to Kvarsheim, after all. They were friendly to Riverclan. They were welcome in the hollow.

Come, the tripod said to the intruder. He had never been one for throwing people from his land.