Lost Creek Hollow compartidos

It was no secret that he had felt love for Germanicus. From the first time he had spoken to the older man, Crowfeather had known that his emotions were too easily revealed. He had not done well to hide them. It was easy for anyone who had seen the young wolf to know that he had been wounded deeply by his talks with the silver eagle. The three-legged wolf had become different.

When she urged him to rest with her, the shadow’s ears fell to his head. His eyes were large upon her face. Silvertongue was good to him. She reminded him of Mothwing, in many ways. The young man did not understand why he didn’t feel compelled to be with her. He did not think it was fair that she should suffer his company without him trying.

Alright, yeah… let’s rest. His voice quavered.