Lost Creek Hollow and as I set to face it, I'm unsure should I embrace it, should I run?

Hello, Crowfeather greeted in his soft voice. 

One shadow met another. The dark star moved from his place in the lush underbrush. His honey gold eyes traveled the length of their visitor. 

Though the stranger carried prey, his legs did not look fit to hold him. His eyes were weary and guarded, shimmering with the softest touch of madness. Crowfeather found himself grow uneasy. He couldn’t determine the visitor’s intentions by looking at him. If he had been forced to guess, he would believe the young wolf was there for healing. Riverclan had a number of talented medics in their ranks. 

Do you need some help? Some healing? he inquired. 

Another step forward would reveal that Crowfeather walked on three legs. The mangled flesh was a reminder of the lost limb.