Redsand Canyon amarillo

It was different for the young man. He did not see what she spoke of as a skill, by any means. In fact, if it was a skill… Crowfeather felt his cheeks grow warm at the thought of his own awkwardness. He knew that he would not have much talent for it. Missing a leg did not even dawn on him for several minutes. If there was ever a partner for the dark wolf, they would need to have patience and understanding.

I don’t think- It’s probably not a skill for me… I would need to- I couldn’t just try that with anyone. The more he spoke about it, the worse he felt. Silvertongue was special and she was offering to show him a skill he’d never learned. Crowfeather simply couldn’t tell her that he was horrified at the thought of disappointing her. What if he could not even stand? I just think skills take practice… and I haven’t even done it once.

Grateful that she shifted the conversation to talks of their future home, he thought on her question.

I’d like for there to be water. Rivers or a lake, maybe both. Lots of trees. I want it to feel protected from the elements. Crowfeather looked to his companion and smiled gently. What do you want in our home, S-Silvertongue?