Lost Creek Hollow juego

That’s all I need, he assured her in his tired voice.

The dark figure pressed close to Silvertongue. His eyelids remained closed while her closeness was all he let himself know. Instead of imagining dark nights with the eagle, he thought only of the moment. He let himself exist in the darkness. He let himself float upon it – driftwood on the black sea.

When his eyes opened, the world looked remarkably brighter. Silvertongue’s eyes were like the light around the moon. Crowfeather had never felt more grateful for her love and friendship.