Arrow Lake Follow Your Heart Little Child of The West Wind

I like that one, too Crowfeather admitted softly.

The dark figure had always believed that his name was too simple. What was special about a crow’s feather? His brother had been Moonshadow, and it was as though their family had sealed their favorites in those names. It had been a terrible day when Crowfeather’s young brother had disappeared – not a trace in the world of the bright child.

Tell me about your brother’s pack. Is it nice? Do you like to visit him?

The shadow considered taking another spin in the water. His eyes shifted from Sandy to the lake before he settled on his company. It was better to offer his full attention. This man was kind and had willingly offered to chat for a short time. Crowfeather did not wish to squander that.