A huff left the elder's nose at that comment, but his face remained apathetic. Was that the semblance of a laugh? No, Mudburr never laughed. Maybe it was better described as the echo of one, from the husk of what should have been a cat.
"They talk plenty." He agreed. Looking away from Windclan and back into their own territory.
"Come. We'll take the long path back." He urged. The elder turned back towards the darkness and lead the trot, back into the comforting strangle of Shadowclan's towering pine.
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