Swiftcurrent Creek copper thunder

what muskrat found was a shadow beyond the border, familiar and proud. her steps paused in surprise, but the sharp citrus eyes tried to ascertain why he was down from the mountains.

quickly it became clear that he was not here for akavir; his tones furled out for her. muskrat answered at last, changing trajectory to answer the nightblade with a grin, an arched brow. "you come to join?" muskrat teased, though she knew it was not why he was here.

the sunflower eyes were a study in wonder.