Lost Creek Hollow there's fear in letting go

Crowfeather found the new father away from their family den. The man had the same intensity about his features as he had on the day he’d arrived. While the dark Star had worried, Ingram had proven himself to be a watchful and dedicated father. The pups would grow strong, Crowfeather thought. They would have two powerful parents to admire, to follow. 

A light chuff announced his presence while his three paws drew him nearer to the other man. 

Would you like to hunt with me, Ingram? All the spoils will go to you and your new family. 

The priest had seemed a solitary man. Crowfeather hoped that he might be made into a friend. The shadow’s honeywarm eyes were soft on Ingram’s face, watchful of those intense features.