Lost Creek Hollow inflexus

there was only one ravening that germanicus wanted now to feed.

but he relented, a small smile curving his dark lips into a bow. "what shall we eat?" he asked, stepping back from the shadow and allowing himself to be led along into the rich shadowing of the hollow called riverclan.

his flesh burned where crowfeather had touched him, and the yellowpaint eyes found the fine dark features quickly once more.