Redsand Canyon Blessed be the pillow, muffling sound

Alright. Let’s… not go. I can visit some other time, maybe.

Crowfeather worried too much that things would go wrong. They always seemed to go wrong. And as Silvertongue spoke of a man who had been kind to her, the shadow’s attention was shifted. Gucci would be fine. Crowfeather would see his small friend again, one day. 

You lead the way. I will follow, Crowfeather spoke softly to her. He was eager to see what she had found. He was ready to release his heartache and find something new.