Lost Creek Hollow we all feed on tragedy

Of course, the dark figure breathed out, realizing that he had almost forgotten. Silvertongue had spoken to him, had said that the creek wolves could teach them to fight. The idea had not left him since she had mentioned it. Crowfeather looked the man over with nervous eyes. Akavir looked like he was a fighter. If he was not, he certainly looked like he could hold his own in a brawl. The warriors of Crowfeather’s home would have gawked.

Please, you’re welcome in.

The tripod motioned with his snout that they should follow. He was unopposed to playing the host to their neighbors.

Better than standing out there in the cold, anyway.

Crowfeather’s laugh did little to conceal his anxiousness.