Lost Creek Hollow avisame

Crowfeather’s expression fell. There were tears in her eyes. Her laugh rang with bitterness. Something had gone wrong, he thought. Someone had done something to her. 

Scooting toward Silvertongue, the dark star peered at her from the edges of his vision. These types of talks had never gone well for Crowfeather. He wished to give her the benefit of the doubt. If something truly horrible had happened, she would have spoken up sooner, no? 

Tell me… what’s wrong, he whined.