Lost Creek Hollow procedo

Concern stitched the space between his eyes.

Crowfeather pressed himself to the hard body beside him, allowing himself the moment to touch and to be touched. The sickening thrum of his heart had not lessened. In all the time he had known the eagle, the shadow could not calm this rapid proclamation of love.

Is he- he okay? Your son. What can I do?

Germanicus said that he worked to repay a debt. The wolves of Kvarsheim had always been kind to Riverclan. Crowfeather wondered if they had asked for repayment or if it was internal obligation that bound the eagle to their land.