Lost Creek Hollow Golden Slumbers

Ah, this wolf may have been similar to Bjarna in his ability to speak the shared tongue.

Crowfeather waved his tail. He was grateful that the visiting stranger could offer some words to bridge the gap. He didn’t want the boy to feel threatened or out of place. It was difficult to find oneself in unfamiliar ground. As long as Riverclan could aid him in getting home safely, the dark Star would feel that he had done what was best.

Riverclan, yes, he confirmed, nodding his head.

Next was an introduction. Crowfeather’s cheeks warmed at the spoken gratitude that followed. It wasn’t necessary, of course. He would have helped anyone from Kvarsheim or Swiftcurrent. They were important allies to the peaceful hollow wolves.

Skáld, he repeated. I Crowfeather.

Would the boy prefer to shorten that the way Bjarna had?