Swiftcurrent Creek As my garden grows aches and the turf drinks old rain

Swiftcurrent Creek. Kel was beyond relieved to come to the border of @Lestan's pack, having found the man very disagreeable company. Strange and silent, with darting eyes made all the more unsettling by their multicolored aspect. He stared into the distance and at the sky often. Kel sometimes found himself paranoid that if he stood too close to the man, he would suddenly snap at him. So he didn't.
He kept his distance even now, approaching the border slowly and stopping a good way off. Resisting the urge to dismiss himself immediately and turn back for Riverclan, he turned to Lestan. Okay. Am I just dropping you off? Or do I need to talk to your leaders? Formally hand him off, so to speak. Kel thought better of putting it that way. He just wanted to go home.
He wanted to see Faun.