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

Talking, outside her den. She recognized Crowfeather’s gentle voice, enough to perk her interest.

Doedapple turned her body towards the voices, watching with a critical eye that she would swear later on helped her hear better. The three beat step of Crowfeather, and the anxious but measured step of another. It was only when they came into view that she was blinking, shocked.

Aquillius? Germanicus’s son? Her frown deepened her face, the healer taking a few steps forward to greet the two.

Is your ankle alright? You didn’t fracture it again, did you? What on earth was the boy doing here? Last she’d seen him had been before her heat. He should have been just fine by now.