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

Doedapple’s words were a sound follow-up. The boy’s body appeared to loosen. Weariness was evident in the depths of his eyes. Crowfeather could not stop himself from watching Aquillius – so similar to Germanicus and yet so different, so hurt.

Fear bubbled to the back of his throat.

What if Crowfeather’s children turned out the same? Wounded and left wandering.

The dark young man slipped into the back of the healer’s den and found the place in the corner where he could rest. The dark star watched him until he had disappeared in the shadows. Crowfeather’s eyes were fixed to the darkness for several seconds. When he pulled them away, his features were distant.

What’s wrong with him? he asked quietly.