Haunted Wood plerusque

The next comment was one that Crowfeather understood, to a large degree. The women that had drawn the shadow’s gaze had been so few and far between, that he had wondered for most of his life if there was something wrong with him.

I have only ever looked upon one woman in that way, Crowfeather confessed quietly. She is a star now, so it does not matter. The seer could already feel tears stinging his eyes.

Then, without realizing the implications of it, Crowfeather’s narrow snout moved to where the older male’s paws were rested. He kissed the dirt from them once, and only once before the drowning feeling of embarrassment overtook him.

I am- sorry, he wished to say.