Lost Creek Hollow The Wind In The Canyon

Protecting is all it is, he said gently. Warriors were not wolves who sought battles, but those who guarded their home and their loved ones with all their strength. The Fangs of Riverclan would be the same way. Even Crowfeather would ask to learn how to protect his home. There were others living with him, now. If things got rough, he could not run away.

Sandy’s wink caught the young wolf by surprise. His eyes widened before he turned them away from the man. The strange twisting of his stomach was unwelcome. After a few moments, Crowfeather could feel it subside. Remnants of a different man, one he only had memories of.

Let’s see if we can get something to eat, Sandy, the shadow invited, trotting toward the path that would lead to the cave’s exit.