Lost Creek Hollow Should've never ever ever forgot

“Okay!” Shadowpup whispered excitedly. “Not even my brother knows about it!” So it was super-secret and special. “This way.”

For a minute they followed a well-worn hunting trail before cutting away into the forest. Shadowpup skillfully led Mae through the thick foliage of the Hollow where a larger adult could not tread. “My name’s Shadowpup… but soon it’ll be Shadowpaw, when I become an apprentice,” she explained.

She paused for a moment and looked over her shoulder to make sure Mae was right behind it. For a brief moment, her gaze met the other’s – and Shadowpup thought it was like two silver moons looking back. She smiled.

“Come on, we’re not far!”

Eventually, the duo arrived at a large and ancient dead tree, the base of it hollowed out and filled with trinkets Shadowpup had collected. Large ferns surrounded the spot and the rush of a waterfall could be heard in the distance – the perfect cover for secret conversations.