Lost Creek Hollow I'm no good at waiting

The man’s question was valid.

Crowfeather’s lashes fluttered over his eyes. He waited until the bear was long gone. When he faced the eagle man again, he felt the kick of his heartbeat.

I- I think I admire them. They never seem bothered. Not by anything, he admitted.

For a young wolf who was so plagued by his self-loathing and anxiety, a bear was a mighty force. They had the weight and power in their arms to mutilate every member in Riverclan. Yet, their little home had suffered no harm by the bears. They shared the fish and the waters. The lumbering creatures would come and go as they wished. Crowfeather couldn’t imagine being so free-spirited.