Lost Creek Hollow the black hills, the colly

Crowfeather, Crowfeather, Crowfeather. 
So it's you and Ash Paw keeping this place afloat, huh? she points her gaze back to the little riverwoman. I don't know how you don't lose your marbles. I'm shocked Akavir and Arric haven't gone cuckoo yet, either. 
She creates some space by following a well-worn path that ducks behind the falls, and it's this that leads to a wellspring. Mostly still water, but kept alive by the flow of the river. She wanted to cast a paw forward, dip into it, and yet she doesn't. She freezes up when she sees her own reflection. A scowl falls in place of the content grin she'd held before. 
Is Crowfeather still around, at all? Or did he leave?