Lost Creek Hollow I know you need words

The dark figure couldn’t fathom how heavy his chest had become. He only wished to see his daughter. He needed to know that she was alright. 

Everything that had been said - all of those angry words still clung to his mind. The hollow had shifted into gold-red stone. The trees had become hallways that he had walked in Akashingo. He could see the familiarity. He knew the course he took by heart, but it didn’t feel the way Riverclan was meant to feel. 

Shadowpup’s soft shape appeared before him. She was hiding. 

Tears burned his eyes. Crowfeather stepped to her with a breathless release of air. At least she was safe. At least she was home. 

The tripod pressed his nose to her smaller frame. 

Shadowpup, he whispered to his sweet girl.