Lost Creek Hollow tracionera

They’d journeyed across a great many miles before Silvertongue had slowed their approach on a lush hollow. By this time, Crowfeather was weak and breathless. He felt as though he had never walked so far in his life. The dark figure’s legs quaked with the effort of carrying him, but he could feel the beginnings of strength beneath the weakness. With Silvertongue’s help, he had done well to leave the mountain range behind him.

It’s so green here, he offered softly. The gold of his eyes was turning over every piece of foliage that he could catch. It was beautiful. It looked secluded from the world, tucked in there. Crowfeather was certain that he could smell water. His stomach flipped excitedly. Gunnar showed this place to you? How- How could he not want it for himself?

Oh, I don't mind at all. <3