Dawn Treader Valley I think you worry way too much

silvertongue stared at the outstretched paw. "there is nothing a man could understand about this," she said in grating tone that did not want the stranger to be correct. and yet she was, this accented woman who spoke in poetry and said truths that silvertongue's heart longed fiercely to hear. the riverclan wolf lay down now, turning her back, and she did not speak again for the remainder of that hour. she was at their mercy, but she did not have to engage their conversation.