Blackfeather Woods He's the one who left home; I'm the one who stayed

The man wanted to help him, but Crowfeather did not understand what he might have done to spur such an interest. They had only just met each other. He could not help but feel that this figure would want something from him, would ask for the favor to be returned at some point in the future. The shadow feared that he did not have anything that was worth giving.

Why? he sighed softly. You don’t even know me…

Perhaps he could find out if there were alternate intentions behind the offer before he thought about accepting it. From the woodland, the mountain and canyon looked far away. Crowfeather would only be a fool to try the distance on his own.