Lost Creek Hollow She's just a girl and she's on fire

There was nothing like the expression of the child who batted at his arms and played happily near his dark chest. She was soft and her motions were clumsy. The touches from her paws were rough and soft, lacking even the smallest strength. Still, the girl demonstrated her power for some time before she appeared to grow tired.

When the child pressed to his chest, Crowfeather felt his eyes sting. He reached down to offer a tender kiss to the child’s head. Honey gold eyes watched the gentle rise and fall of her small shape as she breathed in and fell into puppy dreams.

The dark star was still, coveting this moment.