Lost Creek Hollow mezcal

Words. A tenuous promise, however sincere. Shadowpup’s ears rolled back and cupped her skull. She hoped what Tia Plata said would be true, and that she would never feel compelled to abandon her home for a memory ever again.

Yet the words ‘I don’t plan’ left room for the possibility of fate to come between them.

“O-okay,” Shadowpup agreed. She would stay with Tia Plata for a long while until the hour grew late. Only then, would she retreat to her secret place in Riverclan’s dark forest.