Lost Creek Hollow when we last spoke i was a dog with a broken leg

pack meeting thread predating the move <3 not mandatory but encouraged! @Silvertongue @Ash Star @Acantha @Esma @Ksura

wren had come to her wife stained in crimson and wrought with despair.
she explained it in a jumbled, garbled mess; her father was alive. he had come to her, to riverclan, tried to — reclaim her. it was as if a nightmare had come true. she had sent him away covered in his own blood, and she was safe, okay; but riverclan was not. not anymore.
she sits in the heart of the hollow as she sends up a call, flecked with scarlet and mud still; in that moment, wren became leader as she rounded up everyone who would listen. they needed to move.