Qeya River crudo

the rise. silvertongue was not sure where this was, but she would find out. the man warmed her next; the sensitive ears lifted. riverclan eyes regarded the risewolves with something new, not quite trust but respect, certainly. the subtle power in the red-point woman's bearing was also recognized, noted. "we are healers," silvertongue offered, seeing her own clan's deep need of hunters but not wanting to be fully at the mercy of strange wolves, no matter how friendly. "wealda, gavrel. perhaps we can work out an exchange, if you do not have any healers of your own." it was a gamble. most did. "healers — and witches." and most did not know what to do with that, but now silvertongue moved velvet cards both on offer, wanting so badly to take a smooth report back to wren.