Lake Rodney A journey (a decision)

The girl apologized for startling him. Crowfeather offered a sheepish glance toward her. There was a swelling of shame in his belly for having wretched into the lake right in front of a friendly face.

It’s alright! I was only- only surprised to see you, the dark seer offered. He had wondered for a day or more after leaving their offerings to the muck if she would have succeeded in her escape from the Saints. This curiosity burned in him again.

With a glance around them, searching for any watchers, Crowfeather leaned his narrow snout toward her and whispered, did you escape yet? The pale honey of his eyes glanced to her face with concern.