Lost Creek Hollow avisame

it was good to be held again. "all right. all of us." the warmth of his arms drove away, for a time, the memory of their last interlude. silvertongue allowed herself to nestle close for a scant moment before she drew away and upright. "yes, i think so. we could feast here, celebrate the end of winter. maybe you could tell them about starclan." she touched his paw. "how have you been feeling?" anything, anything at all to detract from her. silvertongue offered crowfeather a smile and turned away, padding deeper into the hollow.