Talk:The Stream/@comment-24156522-20120925232523/@comment-5324136-20120926234255

As Shadowwind padded along the riverbank, she heard dry crackling, coming in the direction of the Pine Copse. She bit her lip, glancing back at the two apprentices. More crackling--like breaking branches--made her choice for her.

She bounded off, heading for the Pine Copse. As she left the apprentices on the bank, she called back over her shoulder, "Head back to camp!"

(Do NOT follow her advice, Owlpaw! Follow her! Do it!)