Lost Creek Hollow there's fear in letting go

A blessing! To 600! And beyond. <3

Only half?

Crowfeather blinked in question, uncertain if this was fair to the man and his new family. There were young ones to be sustained and to do that, Ash Paw needed a steady delivery of good food. Regardless of his thoughts and concerns, the dark Star knew better than to argue with someone like Ingram. The man was firm and intense, but he was giving to the clan and he worked hard. Crowfeather wished to honor what he wanted.

Alright, that sounds like a deal, the dark tripod answered. He offered a sweet smile before lowering his head to the ground to drink in the scents of their home.

I smelled deer on the south end of the hollow. Maybe we can start there.

Shadowed tail flagged with invitation. Crowfeather motioned and then set his paws to movement.