Lost Creek Hollow scarlet death

frayed by the scents at the border and the pressure of gilt wings which now fluttered in his consciousness, lestan informed @Akavir, @Arric, and @Arlette that he would be tracking the location of their resident herd. 
he left in a glad hurry, freed by the cold air which limned his form and tasted of snow.
once riverclan had claimed this land. now it was crossed with the several trails of blueberry's herd. well. not hers any longer.
he sank all his mind into locating the freshest of these spoorlines, paws moving quiet on cold earth as he paraded into the heart of the hollow.