Lost Creek Hollow But this is exhausting, this love

Oh, she was sleeping.

The shadow slowed his approach. His pawsteps became lighter. The light that peeked through the snowy trees struck his eyes before he was shrouded in darkness. Crowfeather hadn’t wished to bother her or rouse her from her sleep. He worried after she had seen Germanicus. He worried after what he had shared with the man, what they had promised to each other.

She was his best friend. She deserved to know everything that had happened.

The tripod touched softly at her coat. He drew his lean frame close to her, wrapping a long arm around her.