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the massive man was immediately suspicious. before silvertongue could answer, a smaller but no less imposing male, also dark, appeared beside the first. so. these were the fighters. "a man," silvertongue answered in a purling tone, but her eyes said she would reveal no more of veran. "does it not matter that you have impressed me?" the vixen indicated the rabbit in the snow, barely warm by now. "i am silvertongue, of riverclan. i have come to make — overtures, señores," she went on, eyes flicking between the impressive pair.