Swiftcurrent Creek ghost under rocks

Shadowpup’s expression became stern when the woman admitted border patrol was outside her usual duties. She had no idea who Silvertongue was and was thus no help. The child became more prickly, grated by every gentle word and nicety. Shadowpup felt this woman was condescending on purpose, unsympathetic to her genuine lack of knowledge.

Furthermore, a Dreamleaf was so much more than a commonplace healer. The girl, with a tiny worldview, thought this lady an imbecile. Did she even know anything?

“No, you’re lying,” Shadowpup snarked as her ears flattened against her skull like an angry mare. "She is here. I know it." Now, she had suspicions that Arlette was trying to cover it up. Because if Silvertongue was not at the Creek... well, Shadowpup just didn't want to think about it.

Abruptly, Shadowpup attempted to shove right past Artlette across the border and into the Creek’s territory. “TIA PLATA! TIA PLATA!” she hollered at the top of her lungs. “SILVERTONGUE! SILVERTONGUE WHERE ARE YOU!!!”