Lost Creek Hollow juego

Only men, he echoed quietly, something stirring in the deepest portion of his belly. Crowfeather did not need to think of men in that way. All his previous experiences with them had led to hurt. Nevertheless, there was something tantalizing about having neighbors with a group of strapping men who prowled their creek and claimed lands – burly frames, rugged features.

When Silvertongue mentioned attackers, Crowfeather shrunk. He thought of the white witch who had mangled him and left him for dead. What could these others want? Would they approach Riverclan with their threats?

Do you- do you think we’re in danger? His voice was a whisper, as though speaking of the attackers would conjure them.