Lost Creek Hollow we all feed on tragedy

Trust.

Crowfeather blushed beneath Akavir’s words.

The subject shifted to the future of the creek. The dark Star listened closely; ears drawn to a point atop his narrow head. They would have children in their home. It was a warm thought. The tripod thought that pups would bring a glowing brightness to the area. It made him sad to think that there may not be any in Riverclan. That aside, he knew that they had several wolves who could assist with the delivery of those children.

Oh, absolutely! I’ll come help, myself. You must be so excited to have pups expected, Crowfeather offered the other man with a smile. His honey eyes glowed brightly upon Akavir.