Lost Creek Hollow See if you don't end up un-broke

Faun was a tragically delicate thing. She held back the sniffles as Crowfeather offered to her a home. Oh she’d had one, once upon a time, but both were gone now, ashes on the wind.

The deer like girl nodded.

Yes, yes that won’t be an issue. She was almost quavering when she spoke, though the edges of her lips curved into a smile. She looked about the place they were currently standing, taking a deep breath and letting out a gentle hum. It was drowned by the waterfall outside, but she didn’t mind.

If she was to stay, she was going to have to find herbs. Fast.