Lost Creek Hollow we'll be counting stars

Referencing Arric's howl here

His features remained stony as Arric’s distant but distinct howl came through—Reverie and Lestan had parted from the creek. For now, he remained in the open lands between the mothers dens of Riverclan—surprisingly, @Silvertongue having been added to such a statement.

He had not expected it, nor did he dwell on it. It seemed all the more sense her morose presence that day beneath the tree with him—and he had selfishly only talked of himself.

Still, for now, he kept mostly to himself. Every so often, he hunted small game to feed either nursing mother, and often times he held his children when they were finished—soon, they would return to the creek.

And then, almost certainly, he considered with a hardened heart, things would be different upon his return.