Sunheart beckoned him, grinning. (I don't feel like writing out the whole walk, so baaam.) Sunheart entered through the old camp's entrance, and she gazed around. Nothing remained of the dens; just the high-rock. Bracken and prairie grasses were beginning to grow back, however.
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Birchpaw smiled, though he knew it was no laughing matter. He rested his head on her muzzle. "Wait.. can you tell if anyone is watching me sleep?" he asked, suddenly wary.
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Briar nodded. "She's really my adoptive mom, but.. she's a loner, and I smell her around here," she left the subject of 'adoptive' mother.



