Lost Creek Hollow We lost track of the time

the latest — it had rendered silvertongue beside herself. akavir and — and now bonario, here, in riverclan, and @Wren besides, recovering from something that she still did not understand. but the sharpfang was grateful for the alliance of kvarsheim and swiftcurrent, flattered that riverclan was seen as a place of neutrality, and proud of so many healers were present to tend the wounded. they were druids, of a sort, and the thought pleased her despite everything as she fell into weary step beside kestrelcloud. "have you rested lately?" silvertongue asked in a direct manner, watching him. she would not have them all tired; they would take such things in shifts.