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

Doedapple chided him for venturing while needing to recover.

Crowfeather’s eyes raced over the boy’s body again. The lump in his throat grew until it could not be swallowed. Even with the look from the healer woman, the shadow stood stiff and uncertain. The nervousness was difficult to fight. He did not know anything about this boy except for who his father was. Were they on good terms with each other?

Without thinking, the three-legged man dipped his head to the young wolf.

You do not have to leave. There’s p-p-plenty of places for resting in Riverclan. And you- you would not be far from your healer, Crowfeather offered.