Lost Creek Hollow Golden Slumbers

Son of a- *curses* Danni! How are you so quick! >:O

The dark Star had been abuzz with energy. His mind had traveled to Mereo with Germanicus. As time passed waiting for the silver eagle to return to Riverclan, to be near, Crowfeather found that he needed some sense of purpose to keep him busy. Too much time with his thoughts had caused him more than enough trouble.

The tripod walked quickly until he captured a semi-familiar scent. Kvarsheim – the dark wolf lifted his head and squinted into the thick foliage of the hollow.

On swift paws, he followed until he had found a stranger. They smelled like Bjarna’s clan. They looked like they were… sleeping. Crowfeather stood a few feet away. His honeywarm eyes were trained on the unknown individual.

Excuse me, are you- are you alright? he asked, tentatively stepping forward to nudge the other wolf. 

Sandulf appeared then.