Qeya River crudo

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not one, but two wolves materialized, it seemed, the moment that she turned from catching her breath. they were both young, but more powerfully built than herself. the silence offered by both unnerved silvertongue, though wolfish instinct registered the quiet as diplomacy. had they wished to attack, already it would have been done. the woman was crimson-pointed and pretty, with watchful eyes. the man was wide-shouldered and blonde, a scar twisting an otherwise rather matching expression. a dead rabbit lay newly on the ground. silvertongue offered the pair a practiced, inviting smile. "we are riverclan, for now. we come from the valley. i am silvertongue." surely she was no threat, unless the fact that she clearly had borne recent young presumably close to their claim would be rightfully seen as such. "my wife wren and i, we seek peace. the valley is growing more and more crowded. the taiga was open, mis amigos."