Lost Creek Hollow Covered in Foxglove

The shadow placed the herbs beside the boy and moved a few spaces in front of him. It was difficult to see someone in such a state. Crowfeather understood that this was the price to pay for taking the role of a healer. It did not mean he would revel in these difficult scenes.

The boy had wished to die.

Crowfeather settled into a sitting position. His tail curled to the stump where his leg should have been. It was a difficult feature to hide. His insecurities had made it a habit and he had taken to concealing his missing leg whenever he could.

I saw the brightest bird in the trees today. The- The sun made its feathers look like a clear summer s-sky. I have berries you might like. They share a similar color.

The shadow offered a measly smile. He did not think that this young wolf would want to talk about what had happened or what he might do with his future.