Lost Creek Hollow oscuridad

Crowfeather did not know what he might call their new home. He wished for something simple, something fitting. Their little hollow was a slice of paradise wrapped in green foliage and flowing water. 

Maybe… Riverclan. What do you think? She had come from packs that were not like each other. Would she be opposed to another learning curve? The young shadow did not want to lose her, not now - not when he had no one left. 

At Silvertongue’s words, he blushed. 

Is that- Is that why you are here?