Lost Creek Hollow gosling

Slowly, pieces of the valley were beginning to fall into place as the woman spoke of her home, Riverclan. It explained how she'd met him with curiosity instead of teeth and claws and for that Vartry was quite grateful he had decided to stop off here first instead of meeting his maker somewhere else. "S-sounds like she could use some backup," he met her grin with a small smile of his own, glad his sister was doing okay though some part of him ached for those that were injured. He was sure Eshe had it all under control, as she always did, but he wanted to be there for her should she need it.

"It's lovely to meet you, Silvertongue." It was quite the unusual name though beautiful nonetheless. "I'm Vartry, Vartry Frostfur. Eshe is my b-big sister."