Lost Creek Hollow Here comes good news, here comes sorrow

The words offered were understanding, impersistent.

Without knowing any of the context, Sandy stated that whoever had done this to Crowfeather deserved his wrath. The three-legged wolf sagged, head shaking in denial of it.

No… he doesn’t. He doesn’t even deserve my wr-wrath.

Stars, he felt stupid.

It’s my fault. I- I thought the things he did- I thought that was- air hissed through his teeth as frustration bubbled to the surface. I mistook kindness for love. Germanicus had not loved him. Germanicus loved Ruenna. Germanicus had only done what was right, as he had always done. It had been Crowfeather who had misunderstood his intentions. It had been Crowfeather’s fault that he had left whatever relationship he’d shared with the older man, in shambles.

It’s my fault. A sniff followed this statement. The words were colder than the air around them. Crowfeather bent his head to wipe away the wet from his eyes.

I haven’t talked to her about it. Sandy, I’m- I’m afraid. She’s my best friend. I want to give her everything she wants. Wouldn’t that make Crowfeather happy, too?