Jade Fern Grove We'll be the color in all this black and white

He felt a gnawing vine of displeasure barb its thorns up his chest but trimmed it back swiftly before it could knot up his throat. He wanted his words to matter, but would not allow himself to fault her for this, because he too was prone to fits of fancy and far more often than she. One ash-tipped ear flicked as he watched her with resigned intensity, wishing once again he could tear her asunder only to understand what was going on inside her head.

Dashed was that thought when she began to choke, and as he rose to her aid the situation righted itself. He pretended none of it happened, for both their sake.

He would not mention Kvarsheim. It didn't warrant any further discussion.

I think we should scope out Riverclan and Swiftcurrent Creek, he said, less roundabout this time. From what Tauris said, they're both nearby.