Lost Creek Hollow Covered in Foxglove

Crowfeather could not hide the concern that lined his features when the boy first spoke. It seemed that he was grateful, if only for his sister. He asked if a messenger had been sent to speak to her. The tripod shook his head, uncertain.

I will make sure that someone is sent to speak to her. I gi- give you my word.

If he had to go on his own, he would make sure that the boy's wish was granted. It would be the least that they could do for him. It would likely take some time to heal. At least a short while before he would be able to travel very far.

What- um- what are you called?

The tripod did not know the boy's name and he already knew that he had wished for death. The stinging in his chest would not subside.