King Elk Forest a journey (a dream of flight)

Oh no worries, mate! I’m quite patient. You take your time, of course.

This had to be a trap.

There was no reason for this wolf, this wolf called Vein, to be so kind to him. They had only just met, after all. Crowfeather had nothing to offer him. He was scrawny and distrustful. If Vein was not an anomaly, there was no chance that an entire pack would react similarly.

The confidence that Vein had in his answer only made Crowfeather more nervous, worried that he had made a mistake by running away.

At the sound of being offered more to eat, however… Crowfeather could not help but to stare longingly at the frogs. His stomach ached with the thought of being able to eat more.

All it would take was to follow this man.

I- I don’t know, he sputtered lamely.

Deciding against it, Crowfeather bid the man farewell and escaped into the trees.