Lost Creek Hollow gosling

"the pleasure is mine." eshe's brother? "oh? she seems such a sweet soul. she will be happy you have come." silvertongue spoke in a friendly manner, assuming this of eshe. there was no mental note on how relieved she was to be touting a relative to the creek's borders, and not a rival man. tensions were high enough. "i hope you will not be a stranger, vartry," silvertongue encouraged with a glimmering grin. "riverclan, swiftcurrent, and kvarsheim have become sister packs to one another, after a fashion. if you know one of us, you know all."