Shadowwyn Moor Don't you know it is just the chemicals in our veins that causes pain?

o no i got big daddy

An imposing man interrupted Shadowpaw’s reconnaissance. He was large, brawny, blackfurred and spoke in broken common that gave the impression of a neolithic savage.

Though the girl did not know if the reindeer herders were the original threat that had driven Silvertongue, Wren, and the others from Riverclan, it was easy to see that this hale wolf was capable predator. The cadence of Shadowpaw’s heartbeat quickened when she fell under the scrutiny of his one eye… yet even he could not make the apprentice’s bloated ego shrink.

“A traveler,” Shadowpaw replied without giving away any particulars. Her hunched body crept backwards to keep a healthy distance between them.

“I followed your trail from the Taiga… I seek the wolves of Qeya River… There were gifted healers among them,” she said as one ear turned as if to punctuate her sentence with a question mark.