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

Faun’s excitement bubbled over, filling Crowfeather to the brim.

Things could be good again, he realized internally. He did not need the comforts of Germanicus. He did not need the promises that had been made between the two of them. The shadow had Silvertongue and Faun. He had Sandulf, and anyone else who might find their little hollow paradise. The dark figure did not need to worry about the things that had been said to him, once upon a time.

Maybe we should find you a place where you can stay. A den where you can keep all the herbs you might need, he offered her thoughtfully. Crowfeather’s tail flagged behind him. It was exciting to have someone who could heal in their midst.