Hushed Willows Buried alive inside my dreams, but it was all a fake out

this she did not like! it showed in the brief snap of wariness in her eyes, that reverie should be so unguarded in this harsh time.

"very well," moonmother said at last, leaning forward to touch her paw to that of the golden sparrow. "moonglow will be here as friend to you. and i will speak for hearthwood among the moon villages, if it is needed." yet she did not think this would be needed. they had come to the great hunt and were known, if only as new.