Lost Creek Hollow cuate

The shadow pressed his side to hers. She shared a great deal of news with him. While he listened, he thought that he should visit Kvarsheim. It had been months since he had brought them a satchel of herbs. Crowfeather had not seen Bjarna since that day. He wondered if she was well, if she still called the neighboring pack her home.

There was a delay in response. Silvertongue's question hung in the air. The dark star batted his lashes and fixed her with his eyes.

I- There was too much going through his mind. I have learned that… I am proud. Proud that we made a place where others can heal. Where they can be treated and- and cared for. It seemed small but felt triumphant in his chest.