Whitebark Stream e[m]barazada

he had asked a question of her. now he offered the same, an exchange of information. silvertongue very nearly turned around and proceeded for riverclan, but her intentions rooted her willowy legs. her glassblue eyes formed a distressed look that slid headlong into resolution. the star lifted her head proudly. "i am looking for a healer." she was in the middle of nowhere that she could see; it was unlikely she would find one unless she trudged upon a pack far from the trio of linked groups in the valley.