Arrow Lake Follow Your Heart Little Child of The West Wind

Okay… I will, Crowfeather agreed to Sandulf’s statement earnestly. His dark tail waved. The other man seemed kind and quiet. He appeared to like the peace of what the world offered and had a keen eye for natural beauty. Even in their short time chatting, the shadow did not feel that Sandulf was a dangerous individual.

Sandy, that’s a nice name. I would have thought you’d have been named for your fiery paws, Crowfeather motioned to the man’s russet stockings. A shy smile formed on his dark lips. The young seer had learned that there were many names in the world. None of them seemed to follow the convention that had been used in the Starsea. It was curious, but he was not opposed to learning about names that were unfamiliar to him. 

If you had been born in my home, they might have called you Firefoot. Or Sunchaser.