Swiftcurrent Creek neck full of mockingbirds, all calling your name

She pulls her paw from him, tucking her limbs to her chest, another second guess on what to do. A frown flits across his features before he can mask it, eyes searching her. If she knows we know… the only thing we can do is offer her our support to whatever she chooses to do. They couldn’t simply chase the ranger from the lands without others questioning them—not wth decent morals, at least… And with his own familiarity with Crowfeather and the man’s kindness, it seemed there was nothing simple about the situation before them. 

Before he could ask her about Silvertongue and the indications he was beginning to piece together, suddenly, the Gamma struck to the topic of Eshe, and he found himself taken aback for a moment, if only from what felt a random shift. 

That girl Eshe? You mean one of our healers and our Epsilon? His tone was laced with curious amusement. I have her organizing a valley get together for all the packs to come together. To give us something to celebrate. He paused then, a wolfish brow lifting. Unless you mean something else?