Lost Creek Hollow galleta

The awkward weight of her silence could be felt at the ends of his hair.

Swordfish watched her with his drab stare. His silver-flecked eyes gleamed sharp upon the faraway look that had settled into her face. Silvertongue swam in her thoughts. He could see it. They must have rivaled the waves of the ocean. The thought was like a stab of stone in his chest. Homesickness flooded him and turned his gaze toward the ground.

When she spoke again, it was to ask him if he wanted to go back or rest in Riverclan. She said she would escort him to the creek. The smile that was offered was not full.

Wouldn’t mind an escort. Yer good company, the young redtail said to her with a shrug of his lean shoulders.