Lost Creek Hollow Covered in Foxglove

Of course he wouldn't be hungry. Crowfeather's ears flipped back to his head. He nodded, understanding why this young wolf might not want to eat. The healer in him was reminded that all creatures needed food to remain healthy.

Maybe later, then, the shadow offered softly.

When the young wolf asked who he was, Crowfeather lifted his snout and batted his eyes. He had never introduced himself! Then again, their visitor had not been in a sound state to chat before this time.

I'm Crowfeather. I- I came to help Ash Paw bring you- bring you here. Where we could treat the wounds and watch over you.

The dark tripod had carried the young wolf on his back. He would have done it again, no question.