Lost Creek Hollow not crawling; not falling down

He didn’t agree with her—not fully. Understanding one wasn’t a good parent simply meant one’s empathy and morals weren’t necessarily too far gone. But it was a moot point to argue—the comment made as a compliment, and he allowed his gaze to travel over her, wondering of her. A striking woman, he had not seen her before—but it seemed Riverclan tended to keep to themselves, mostly.

“Are you from around here?” A change in subject—it seemed safer.