Lost Creek Hollow star-sight

Shadowpaw heard a figure rustle the river reeds and knew she wasn’t alone. The young wolf turned her yellow, hawkish eyes upon a vaguely familiar face… though she couldn’t place his name… and it didn’t seem like the man could place her’s either.

Hey. His friendly demeanor and simple greeting rubbed Shadowpaw the wrong way because it did not align with the concern she felt

“Where is Riverclan?” she asked with an intense stare. “What happened?”