Swiftcurrent Creek because you live to torture me, don't you?

her predictions had been mostly correct, for the first two boys had chosen to stay with the two behind them. trajan, on the other hand, went forward to scimitar, touched his paw, and solemnly announced that he would go.

surprise crossed her features as shadow turned his sterling gaze onto his son. to be honest, she had expected for them to return with none of the children, for they weren't about to launch a full-on attack on swiftcurrent creek to barge in and snag the children, but again, one was better than none.

the pale white female, her gaze previously smug, was staring, her cold blue eyes on trajan. her eyes were screaming with probably everything she wanted to say, and crëyr's own blue ones shifted. suddenly she felt a surge of unexplainable dislike and contempt for this female— something didn't go their way, did it?

but again, she didn't have the slightest clue about them. but she was guessing, judging by what she saw and what she could tell.

when she told shadow to be good to him, her head spoke "we will."