Dawnlark Plains I am not throwin' away my shot

Not knowing was right. Neither of them would know who survived and who didn't. Silvermist hadn't caught scent or word from anyone from his own clan, the other wolf was the first one that he had seen from any of the other clans, too. Something in his head was wondering if starclan was still even watching them, but they had to be. If Silvermist ran into another wolf from the clans, starclan had to have had some kind of influence in it, right? 

His blue eyes scanned over to the other man, and then away again. 

"Maybe they rebuilt somewhere..." Though it was but a passing thought.