Lost Creek Hollow i feel them creep inside

she handles it better than he expects her to, given how fiercely she'd came biting at him. better, perhaps he recognizes, than he deserved.

a lot to think about, indeed, he muses to himself.

the quieted life that was riverclan, with the exception of his ex-wife's apparent haunting of the borders is ... not one that fits ingram.

he was a beast born for turmoil; war reaper since the dawning moments of his life.

i am going to take a few days for travel. maybe a week, he tells her, the sudden impulse gripping him. whether he would have an solid answer for her or not by then ... he couldn't and wouldn't promise.