Lost Creek Hollow nope (2022)

If Crowfeather were a person, Eurmal would make him pee his pants. XD <3

The woman’s eyes were frightening and intense on him.

Crowfeather wished that he had not been the one to intercept her. He wished that he had never spoken or offered to remember her name. She asked if he would remember it. She asked him if he would stammer over it in his speech. The tripod did not think that he could deny such a thing. He was pathetic. He was pitiful and foolish. The shadow should have never offered what he could not uphold.

When she rambled to him in a tongue he didn’t recognize, Crowfeather swallowed at the lump in his throat.

Was that her name? Could he even remember such a thing?

Fear bubbled within him like a hot spring.

I-

The words choked in the back of his throat. Crowfeather felt his skin crawl, bristling the hairs at his neck out of instinct. He didn’t even know how to tell her that he could do it without stammering over the delivery. He hated it. He hated how weak he was. He hated that her eyes burned into him, striking fear in his heart that caused it to beat at a rabbit’s pace.

I will try my best. It was all he could ever do. And it – so often – was not enough.