Lost Creek Hollow The Wind In The Canyon

Crowfeather cast an appreciative glance toward the other man. He spoke with words that were calming to the nervous young wolf. Sandy seemed to have a way about himself that suggested he wasn’t troubled by much. Some part of that had found its way to the shadow. He eased, knowing that there would come time for planning to see the Moonwoman. As excited and frightened as he was, there would be opportunity to prepare.

If I go to see her… you’ll come with, right? Sandy knew the way, after all. Crowfeather selfishly wanted the security of the other man, though he would never admit it.

They walked through the clan territory, stopping at the most beautiful areas so that they could admire the hollow and all it had to offer. Sandulf wanted to know of the shadow’s favorite places. Crowfeather smiled, thinking of the cave.

Let me show you my favorite, the dark figure whispered, nudging gently to Sandy’s side. He began to trot toward the noise of the waterfall.