Redsand Canyon Blessed be the pillow, muffling sound

The dark young man did not even consider that there might be eyes upon them. He was focused on moving as quickly as he could without putting strain on his body, or that of Silvertongue’s. She was there to support him whenever he found himself unable to catch his footing. She was there to keep him from falling and Crowfeather was so grateful.

When they found a place to stop and rest for a moment, his sides heaved softly. He breathed heavily through his nose. The shadow looked tired, but he found a spark of newfound energy in his limbs. When Silvertongue urged him to look at the stars, a bright twinkling light drew his gaze. Crowfeather closed his eyes and thought of all the wolves who had gone to the heavens.

It’s beautiful… he breathed finally.