Lost Creek Hollow Buri

The darkness of Riverclan’s trees had lost some of its intimidation. For a young wolf who had spent his life by the roaring waters of the ocean, it seemed like a suffocating home. After visiting it and learning about the healing wolves that lived there, he understood why they had selected it for their clan. He thought them odd, but he knew they meant well with their actions.

Trailing the edge of the darkwood hollow, Swordfish lifted his snout and breathed in. The old man’s smell had returned to the edge of Riverclan. He wondered if that meant the stern-faced Germanicus had found what he was looking for.

Curiosity won over his antisocial mind. The redtail wolf drew back his head and called for @Germanicus.