Lost Creek Hollow The Wind In The Canyon

A laugh slipped from his mouth.

Crowfeather was so happy that Sandy liked the cave. The shadow had considered it to be one of his greatest treasures. The first time he had seen it, he had met Faun. Though his mind had been occupied with thoughts of the Imperator in Mereo, Crowfeather had learned that good things came from the cave. It would be a way for him to reach back to his home, to his culture.

Isn’t it the most beautiful thing? he asked breathlessly.

The dark tripod walked a circle in the room, looking up at the various sparkling stones. He hoped that he might have Sandy dream with the stars, one day. It was common in his homeland. Most of his clan’s traditions had not been shared by the wolves in these new lands.

Places like this are rare, where I come from. We travel a long way to eat herbs and dream with the stars. Having on in our home is… it is special. He could think of no other way to say it. Crowfeather wondered if Sandy would think of these practices as oddities.