Lost Creek Hollow huacalera

Silvertongue knew a fair amount about their neighbors and the territories that were close to their hollow. Riverclan was lucky that she was with them. Crowfeather did not think that would have been able to navigate between the two, gathering as much information as she had. The shadow gazed thoughtfully at her, delayed in his response.

Oh, yes! We should. A glade with foxes… I like the sound of that.

Crowfeather thought of Foxfur, how he had not returned to collect him. Or if he had, he had been too late. The young tripod wondered if he would see the weary warrior again. Honey gold eyes shifted toward Sandulf, curiosity running rampant in his head.

It’ll make a good place for meeting neighbors. The shadow smiled to the blue-eyed girl.