Lost Creek Hollow The Wind In The Canyon

It meant so much to Crowfeather that Sandy admired the cave, that he thought it was beautiful. It would be a sacred place for those who joined them. The dark tripod had not anticipated that he might become a teacher, but he was not afraid of that responsibility. Knowing that he might find peace at the other end of it was compelling. It meant that the effort would be worth the result – or so he hoped.

When Sandy spoke of the Moonglow wolves, he said that they did something similar. He said they called it spirit walking. Crowfeather wanted to meet them even more than before. It sounded like they had a few things in common, things he had not shared with another wolf since his arrival in the Teekon area.

It could be the same thing. You might be invited to attend, Crowfeather gestured at the center of the room with his snout. It is not uncommon for members of the clan to visit the stars. Usually, only a small number were given an invitation. The shadow had gone with his father to every visit, when he had been young.

I’m not sure if that’s something you’d care to learn… He laughed nervously.