Lost Creek Hollow Butterflyfish

By the time they had moved themselves around the glade and the neighboring pack, Swordfish was surly and tired. His ribs ached. His side was prickly with fiery pain. The young seafarer thought back to the white girl who had demanded they leave and had puffed herself up to deter them from the edge of Kvarsheim. If he hadn’t been with the Mereo man, he might have cursed at her and risked the injury to show her that the glade did not belong to her pack. She could not extend her territory as she wished.

Upon the edge of the hollow, the redtail boy sighed.

Riverclan, he announced drably. He glanced to @Germanicus, wincing at the sight of his wounds and the blood that now soaked through his bandages. Best get ‘em here quick, he added before drawing his head back and calling for @Silvertongue and Crowfeather.