Swiftcurrent Creek Sound the bugle now, play it just for me

His name is Sandulf and he's from— Riverclan. Of course she had to have been right.
Cool, thanks. Name's Wren, gamma, though, perhaps, she would not be for much longer.
She gingerly leans forward to swipe the bundle of meat and bones toward her, proceeding to then hold it between her forepaws. She searches him again with eyes that must have been pitiful with how red they were, ears drawn into a splay. If you're lookin' for Silvertongue, she's not here. You can come in, though, I guess. I don't think anyone would care. Not that it mattered. Misery seemed to have such a violent grip upon the Creek that she doubted anyone else would notice his presence. Or her's.