Lost Creek Hollow you will never know

If only Ingram knew of Crowfeather’s preferences in such romantic interests, he would not have worried. The dark figure was caring and gentle, yes. The type of husband he would have made to a frightening, independent woman like Ash Paw would have made children scoff.

It seemed that merely the mention of his medicinal talent was enough to draw the ice from the dark man’s tongue. Crowfeather didn’t know if he was intimidated by Ingram or if he was overwhelmed with his curiosity for the man. He was so different from the other wolves that the tripod had met. Different, but there was nothing that told the Star to be wary of him.

It’s a big honor. Your family will be the first in Riverclan. It’s exciting. I’m glad to have you.

The shadow’s lean snout motioned to where Ash Paw had made something of a home for herself.

Where Ash Paw has been staying. Could I get you some food?