His heart would pounding so hard, it felt like it was stuck in his throat. Bringing Primrose into WindClan territory, so close to camp, was a hazard for them all. However, she needed his help, and he would do anything in his power to aid her in regaining control over her abilities. He had been there before. He had witnesses the traumatic, slow, agonizing death of his beloved brother. In a blink of an eye, he was left in the world to continue on with his life all by himself. He had never felt so cold before.

After taking a few steps closer to camp, Stormstar finally paused in his path. Drawing in a deep breath, he turned around to face the lynx point with a small, firm nod. "I'll have to ask you to stop here." He instructed Primrose in a soft tone, exhausted from all the overwhelming events of the day. The urge to help her and protect his Clan were all that willed him forward at this rate. He craved sleep like nothing else, but he had much more to accomplish before he found his rest. "If anyone tries to confront you, tell them that you're with Stormstar, and to speak to me. Remind them that you were told to not enter camp, and do not follow if they try to escort you. Above all things else, stay calm, alright? I promise I'll make sure everything goes ok."