Lost Creek Hollow inflexus

Through the darkness, their rocky path carved into the cave for many paces.

When the shadows became natural, their eyes sharp with familiarity, the air around them seemed to grow and expand. Crowfeather’s mouth parted to exhale his breath.

The room was large and round. The natural ceiling stretched out well overhead. Embedded in the rough rock walls and overhead were batches of glittering stones. Jeweled and sparkling with luminous clarity in the dark of the cave. A hole in the top allowed for the light to break through and reveal the natural stars. Their shine was cast upon the ground. A shift in the clouds caused the spotlights to flitter across the floor.

Crowfeather’s gaze twinkled with it. He pressed his ribs to the eagle and sighed.