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Thoughtful, she says, and Wren finds herself barking out a chuckle at that. I guess you're not wrong, guiding her carefully through the spiderweb network of foliage, she stops near the edge of the treeline. got a lot on my mind lately.
What should she tell the riverwolf, for fear of upsetting her? She knew not how painful the mere mention of Akashingo could be to her, although surely the scent of travel still lingered in strands of wiry fur. She had to know at least something about the voyage, but Wren would not be the one to press it — delicate subjects call for delicate hands. I went on a trip with Akavir to try and find his daughter. Spoiler alert, we didn't find her. The tip-toe dance around the destination, and who they were with and what they knew now, would begin.
But that's... y'know, boring. How's life been in Riverclan? she slumps down into a sit against the tall slant of a large boulder, coaxing with a come hither motion of the tail. A smirk of mischief follows. Talk to me.