Lost Creek Hollow See how breeze and grass do play

He didn’t explain, and Aquillius’s skepticism was present in the backwards swing of his ears. But, he was not a man of intense paranoia (he was, he was intensely bad at hiding it) so he followed without complaint.

As they walked, he payed more attention to their surroundings than anything. Picking out landmarks, places of seeming importance, the branches were small birds gathered. Riverclan’s lands seemed to teem with life, from every angle, and he felt abruptly out of place here, in a place so peaceful.

He did not let the conflict touch his face. Couldn’t.