Lost Creek Hollow haces

The tripod came at once. He would never ignore the call from Silvertongue. Even if she only wanted company, he would not deny her. The tone of her voice had given nothing away. The shadow raced to where she summoned him without knowing what he might find.

It was Ash Paw. Crowfeather’s pace slowed. He eyed the pregnant woman with a worried expression on his dark features. Even from where he stood, the dark Star could smell the familiar tang of Akashingo on her pelt.

Hadn’t he told her? Hadn’t he explained that Akashingo was not a good place?

Ash Paw… what’s happened? he asked her. The young shadow couldn’t help that his eyes flicked to Silvertongue.