Lost Creek Hollow But this is exhausting, this love

Crowfeather made note of the mint. He would fetch it for her at once, as soon as he was certain she had drifted back to sleep.

Silvertongue asked him what he felt for the news shared by Germanicus. The dark figure considered her question. He had been afraid to respond with his gut, with the reaction that leapt in his throat. It was poor form to think joyously on such things. Crowfeather did not want to suffer with the guilt of his answer.

Tentative, gentle, his dark nose touched to the familiar fluff of her head.

Would it be wrong to say that I am happy? he whispered.