Lost Creek Hollow the down of doves

It was good to know that she had come home, again. Crowfeather had worried that something might have happened. There were many dangers in a white winter world. Traveling alone was only a greater risk. She had even brought gifts! Faun must have been an exceptional spirit. She had weathered the wilderness and returned with many useful things.

This is really nice of you.

The honey color of his eyes watched Silvertongue. He could see how she liked the pelts – the most beautiful ones drawing her eye. Crowfeather would remember this. He could find beautiful things that Silvertongue would enjoy, too. It would give a purpose to his many trips to their borders.

Any good finds? For- For the herbs.