Lost Creek Hollow chavo

The three-legged wolf was lost in thought. Ash Paw and Silvertongue continued to talk. Their words were lost on him.

What is a dreaming ceremony?

Crowfeather's gaze was fixed on the earth. His honey warm eyes were unblinking, faraway.

The dreaming ceremony is sacred. Only a few will be allowed to do it the first time. It was a dry response, given only to answer the question Ash Paw had asked. The dark figure's gaze remained unflinching on the dark earth. Crowfeather wished that he could speak with Germanicus. He wished that the man was not so far away.

Blinking, the tripod lifted his gaze and frowned.

A gathering will be good. With Kvarsheim and the creek. I can go to one if one if you will go to the other?