Qeya River D for effort

Tysm for scooping this up :D

Out of nowhere he was overcome with anxiety. What if he was treading beyond their borders? There was no way to tell if the ground he was standing on right now was in fact the heart of their territory, that just by being here, he was throwing a wrench into their budding inter-pack relation.

The girl and her question genuinely startled him. Words swam around his mouth like fish; just as suddenly, they disappeared as a school does when confronted with the looming silhouette of a shark.

Hey, he managed. You are -- are you from Riverclan?

I dunno if... if Silvertongue mentioned us to you yet. We're sort of neighbors, I guess.

He caught himself. Redtail Rise, I mean.

There was a spare beauty to the minimal language of the Rise, a finesse he hadn't quite acquired. He existed uncertainly in the vast expanse between his former bludgeoning verbosity and his pack's wordless argot.