Lost Creek Hollow Here comes good news, here comes sorrow

Sandy had no intention of leaving the wolf behind. There was nothing that he wouldn't give ot make him happy, even if it was his own life. And that was a thought for another day, for the red tinted black beast.

Sandulf knew well the sharp pain of being unaccepted of being afraid of yourself. Of knowing that you were different, but not knowing why. Of all the males in his family, he was more feminine than masculine. Even in teh way he moved how he talked, it was how he was. He had learned early on it was a part of him, and he wished that he could share the knowledge and the know how with Crow. that he could share with him how it was to love yourself.

You mean without a lover? That is hard, trust me I know.

The gentle male gave a soft purl and then spoke a little harsher than he meant. That's bullshit crow, and I don't like being lied too. But I understand why you want it to be fine, that you feel you over stepped here, but you didn't. I promise.

If allowed the man would rub at the tears that colored his friends face. Try and at least get rid of some of them.