Qeya River crudo

Riverclan seemed to be clustered around a brood of mothers and only one man, implying many children besides. He winced, correctly guessing that his inquiry had dug dangerously close to sensitive information.

He had not considered that the Rise had made him more tacit and therefore lent a certain edge to his bearing, his words becoming more spare and less cushioned by the umms and ahhs that had been so common in his diction before.

So he was surprised at their new neighbor's consternation, and even cast a quick glance around himself, wondering if there was anything to be scared of.

But it was just the three of them and the rabbit. The realisation struck him, belated.

And I'm Gavrel, he offered after Redd's introduction, this time with an effort to soften his voice, to make it like a clasp of warm hands. Riverclan is welcomed.

Would she believe it?