Lost Creek Hollow Covered in Foxglove

Atreus had a name suitable for a prince. At least, this was Crowfeather’s first thought when the boy introduced himself. He wondered what the Pharaoh would have thought of such a name. The man had always seemed to have an eye for the unique. It would have been likely that Atreus could have found a place for himself as a Neb of Akashingo, simply by sharing his name.

This made Crowfeather feel inadequate on a frightening level.

Y-You want me to be honest, he spoke with a heavy voice. I do not know. I will work with you, if you will accept my help. Herbs and rest will be the best thing for you right now. When your wounds have closed up and you don't risk tearing yourself open again, we can start working to get your strength back.

The way he described it had made it seem like Atreus would be trapped in Riverclan for months. His dark ears fell to his head.

I p-promise. We will get you home as soon as possible. If I have to travel to treat you, I will.

Honey eyes shifted to the floor. Crowfeather's cheeks burned.