Lost Creek Hollow the down of doves

The young leader was overjoyed at the returned scent of Faun. He had worried for her, when she had left them. Crowfeather had believed that he hadn’t made a good enough home to keep her, that she had sought a better opportunity with something that was established and solid.

Hurried were his steps in finding her. The healer seemed busy with herbs. Perhaps she had gone to gather necessary things that the winter could not offer them in the hollow. Guilt washed over him for having believed that she’d left. When the three-legged shadow drew toward her, he offered a soft chuff of greeting and a nervous wave of his tail.

Faun! A smile brought light to his honey gold eyes. You came home!