Kildeer Rest ten jaws

The rivergirl was offered no moment to grieve, no moment to lament the knowledge that her mother had been killed by the one-eyed caribou shepherd, territory ruthlessly claimed by Saatsine. The tribe was to pickup and move, Shadowpaw now among their numbers as their captive – as Ghost Walker’s.

She was juggled from one wolf to the next. Not a word was spoken to any of them. An expression of pure contempt was the only thing she freely shared...

As the wolves fell into formation, Shadowpaw desperately searched for a sliver of opportunity to escape – but there was none to be found. The pale eye of the chief was ever watchful…

Eventually, she was handed off to the true Morwenna – and Shadowpaw was stricken by the look of her. As if this is what Crowfeather and Silvertongue’s daughter should have grown up to be like. Besides the grand huntress, the rivergirl appeared as if she was the bargain bin version…. oily, gaunt, but with the same star upon her forehead…

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A caribou pelt was shoved into her possession. They trekked. Exhausted, Shadowpaw fell to the back. The wind bit at her skin, straight through her thin fur, and she limped… tired… weak… not fit for this type of traversal. Ice clung painfully to her face as the snow lashed like a whip. Somebody… Shadowpaw didn’t know who… constructed a shelter. The girl promptly fell in and blacked out.