Wapun Meadow oh aberdeen, you've been calling to me

cameo unless noticed!

what had drawn silvertongue from her bed, from wren's side, and from riverclan, she would not know. perhaps it was the slow heating of her blood. perhaps it was the strength in her at last raising her head. but she left behind the shadowed safety of the beautiful trees and went out into the open. at first she had no destination. gunnar was dead and akavir — she did not approach kvarsheim or swiftcurrent, but found herself in a snowy meadow outside a valley she had only just started to investigate. and she was not alone. the glassblue eyes raised to see a painfully familiar figure in the long distance. for a moment she stared, breath catching, then turned away sharply and started back for riverclan. she did not know what she could possibly say.