Lost Creek Hollow chavo

The shadow was filled with thoughts. He paced the grounds of Riverclan with an expression that did not hide his worry. 

No word of Germanicus had reached him. The silver eagle had said he would be taking this trip, so Crowfeather tried not to let his concern overwhelm him. In the man’s absence they had taken in two injured boys. One of them was Germanicus’ son. The dark star did not know how he might approach such a conversation with his beloved, whenever the older man reappeared. 

His pacing carried him to Silvertongue and Ash Paw. 

Hello, his voice sounded, quiet and thoughtful.