Redsand Canyon amarillo

belen — silvertongue — listened. sharpfang appealed to her more than dreamleaf, which held a meandering sound that did nothing to describe her own focus. she was amused; she had gone from servant to acolyte to leader, now. "you have put a lot of thought into this, crowfeather," silvertongue said quietly, her glass-blue eyes near reverent upon him. he had already dreamt the foundation. now all they needed was to scout. to move. to search. to build. "do you intend to have pups? in the spring, i mean."