Lost Creek Hollow Dismayed I'm a later bloomer

Silvertongue’s appearance was like a flash of lightning. She rushed forward, confident in her approach-

She was going so fast, he thought with a sickening in his stomach. The three-legged wolf recoiled when the girl found her mark. The stranger had been knocked to the ground, roughly. It must have been with enough momentum that she was able to rise. Crowfeather’s mouth felt like it had been filled with dandelion flowers. He couldn’t swallow. He couldn’t speak. The dark wolf just wanted this girl to leave.

It seemed that her intentions were good enough – she hurried a few paces from them. The fearful look in her eyes had made Crowfeather sick. He didn’t think that he could do this. As a boy, he had only ever wanted to be a warrior. Standing there, watching Silvertongue respond so quickly, he did not think that he had ever been intended to fight or defend.

A shaky breath was exhaled from his nose. He would make sure that the stranger left. Crowfeather did not want a fight on their lands, not before they had even settled it. The tripod lowered his head and darted toward the trespasser. His teeth snapped with no intention of finding flesh, but the hopes that he might frighten her into racing away.