Tension hung thick in the air as the members of the patrol looked at each other, uncertainty clear on their faces.
This whole trip had been a risk in the first place, they knew that. But they hadn't expected to have to deal with a shifty loner once they reached the other side.
He'd claimed to know where herbs were to help their clan. But how could they trust him? What if he was lying? He was a loner, he didn't have any sort of code to bind him to honor. Besides that, what did he stand to gain from helping a clan he wasn't even a part of?
These thoughts swirled through Clovertail's head as she studied the strange tom, trying to weigh their options. There was a chance he could be leading them into a trap, and they could be hurt, or worse. But if they didn't go with him, there was a chance they would never find the herbs they were looking for, and their clan would slowly succumb to the sickness regardless.
Her ginger tail swished in irritation. Both options could lead them to the cure the