Lost Creek Hollow juego

The shadow nodded in agreement. Arric and Akavir’s names were saved in his head, hoping that he could match them to a pair of faces in the near future. Crowfeather did not share with Silvertongue that he was worried his disability would make him unteachable. Would they laugh at his three-leggedness? He didn’t imagine strong wolves would want to show him anything. It would be a waste of their time.

Silvertongue’s question startled him, pulled him from his nervous thoughts.

Are you happy?

Crowfeather could not answer her honestly. It would have been cruel to tell her that he was anything but happy, for all that they had done together, all that they had accomplished. Crowfeather was not happy. If anything, their formation of Riverclan had been an awakening. The shadow feared that he would watch Sandy and Silvertongue and many others come through their home, making families. And Crowfeather would watch from the sides, wishing that he could share in their fortunes.

Of course I am. A smile was forced to his lips. It did not reach his sad honey eyes. I have you.

A chaste kiss was planted on her cheek.