Swiftcurrent Creek compa

YEEEEEEEEE

silvertongue's glassblue eyes were intense upon the creekwolf. two things noted: the other probed with great care around her own connection to this land, and placed herself into a place that was immediately less threatening to silvertongue. but newness had its own intrigue. yet before she could shape another word, wren was there, and a stiffness clung to her lover's aura that the riverwoman considered could be — jealousy? on her behalf? — her gaze moved back to the previously unknown wolf. "eshe. it is a pleasure. i am silvertongue of riverclan, friend to arric and akavir. and yes. this place will please your eyes through every change." her lips were a brief, amused moue as she cast a look to wren and found herself dazzled anew.