Lost Creek Hollow tracionera

The shadow could feel his skin grow warm at her words. She said that it came down to whether he wished to have a place where he could stay with her, or if he preferred a room for himself. She didn’t seem to mind, either way. Crowfeather found himself flustered, uncertain.

The time he’d spent with Silvertongue had been needed. She was refreshing and sweet to him. She had helped him cross the mountain and journey into the east to a lush paradise tucked away in a green hollow. She had given him a reason to move on, to push forward. The young seer wondered if she would be opposed to a more communal den.

Maybe we could have a bit of both, he answered after some thought. We could find a place that could give others a chance to rest with each other. When I was younger, all the apprentices would sleep in the same den with each other. It was a way to build their bond. I’d like to keep that, in some ways. Crowfeather’s mind bubbled with the possibilities.


Let's go see the caves, he then blurted, tail wagging excitedly.