Herbalists' Cache [m]One for the money, two for the show

They were young, maybe around his age. They behaved as though they had been sheltered by their home, protected by their family. The way that the two others clung to each other caused Stormchaser to think back to his time in Riverclan. The face of his sister had briefly entered his vision and the young wolf wondered if she was alive, if she too had been plucked by a stranger in the outer wilds.

Not a what, Stormchaser grumbled, parting the brush that concealed him and drawing nearer to the duo. You two are far from home. He hadn’t smelled pack on the air in the nearby territories. They carried the smell of other wolves, though. Perhaps they were waiting to be taken away, just like he had.