Lost Creek Hollow Giggle and the flames grow higher

Ash Paw was thorough in sharing the steps she had taken to help the young wolf. Crowfeather nodded his head, features creased with worry. His snout brushed at the boy’s cheek to be certain that he was still breathing, that he had not slipped away to the death he craved.

Knowing this, the dark star felt his heart sink. Crowfeather had wished for death, too. He had known the pain that would spur this desire all too well.

No, we do not need Sandy. Here- a small stumble as the shadow dropped his frame toward the ground and pressed his shoulder to the wounded boy’s body. Help me get him onto my back. I- I’m certain I can carry him to the dens.

If Germanicus had carried Crowfeather from the mountains to Akashingo, then the shadow could carry this wounded boy to their place of healing.