Lost Creek Hollow we all feed on tragedy

Akavir spoke in a way that suggested he had a strong sense of leadership. Crowfeather understood why this man had formed his own pack. In some ways, the dark creek man reminded the tripod of Germanicus. He didn’t like reflecting on this, though he knew it couldn’t be helped. The Imperator had branded the young Star’s heart with a searing mark. Time had healed him, but he still felt the scorch that had been left.

While the creek leader spoke in depth about his wishes for their alliance, Crowfeather listened intently. His eyes did not waver from the other man’s face. He feared that if he looked away, he might miss an important piece of information or a question that required a proper answer. Akavir had scouts and warriors in his mix. He said that they could provide protection from threats that might wander into their claim. Crowfeather was relieved to hear it.

S-Silvertongue mentioned that y-you could possibly teach us to fight, he started. I never learned and I don’t know if you would teach someone- like me. Crowfeather looked to the stump that was his hind leg. But, even if you can’t- I- I think the shangri-la is what I want, as well. Peace and a place for family… Things he had never had before that time.

Is there something… we’re supposed to do? To make it official.

Honey eyes searched Akavir’s face, hoping that this meeting would not leave a poor impression on the man.