Lost Creek Hollow Once I Get a Grip

I don’t know…

That sounded… ominous.

Shadowpup uncomfortably shifted her weight back and forth as she assessed the man who now appeared as if he had been cut off at the legs. Maybe a mention of the Dark Forest had resonated with him. Good, Shadowpup thought to herself. The Dark Forest was a no-good, very bad place.

Her fear transformed back into curiosity with a spoonful of empathy. “Well, if you are sorry about it then you can’t be too bad,” she decided. “Maybe…” her voice trailed as she processed a thought. Her paw tapped at her lip. “If you try and do something good then Starclan will send you a sign. They can do that, you know.”