Lost Creek Hollow Here comes good news, here comes sorrow

It was to be expected that the man would respond so warmly, so pleasantly. Crowfeather did not understand how he had gotten so fortunate to share his company with Sandulf and Silvertongue. They were good, better than he would ever be. The shadow believed that they could have had anything they wished for. It was a gift that they were in Riverclan with him. It was a gift that he knew them, at all.

Crowfeather had become nervous in the moments after Sandy agreed to hear him out. He wasn’t sure how he might word his question properly without coming across as daft. It was better to spit it out than to mull over it.

Have you- Have you ever been in love with another wolf? Real love. Something that makes your- your chest hurt with how much you f-feel it.

The tripod’s eyes were wide, golden, and fearful.