Jade Fern Grove azul

Whether or not he could be so sure that she was an ally was not of his knowledge. Who the hell was Riverclan and why was she out here alone? All valid questions, and all that crossed his mind, yet none of them he cared to sit on for long. His reactions overruled him. His ears felt ready to pinch his scalp from how hard he pinned them, maw slightly leaning down inches below her fur to entirely trap her scent up in his nostrils. He'd long done so, but he tried again, this time to see if he could pull traces of Kvarsheim on her. Maybe. Maybe he did.

Snorting, he relaxed his ears only slightly and huffed gentle air from his nose. "You want me to bring you back to Gunnar or somethin'?" Whatever he was supposed to do here was bland to him. Maybe he should leave her out to die. Weak. Small. It wouldn't be a waste. But there was no good ending to that route, was there?