Lost Creek Hollow oscuridad

Alright, he smiled softly. The expression looked sad upon his features. Crowfeather did not want to let himself feel overwhelmed by what they were doing. The hollow was beautiful. It was a good place for a home. There were good wolves who had joined, who believed in their clan. He could not help but think back and quake at how much things had changed.

Let me show you where the mint grows, he said to her, snout nodding.

The three-legged figure began walking through the hollow. Birds twittered overhead. Their wings could be heard as they lifted out of the trees and into the open air. The chill of the air spoke of winter. It would soon be upon them. Crowfeather worried that they were not fully prepared.