Stone Circle Life alone makes me shake

The tripod listened to her speak with breath held fast in the back of his throat.

Reverie painted a picture for him of where she felt she truly belonged. She spoke of sunlight and wind, as though her spirit felt most at peace somewhere in between those two things. Crowfeather had never heard someone describe themselves so beautifully. He felt shameful, suddenly. A licking wave reminded him that he was nothing like sunlight or the breeze that drifted through their coat. He was a shadow and he belonged in the dark.

I will help, however I can, he said without knowing what he might be able to offer her. Even if all you need is a friend. His honey eyes were kind upon her face. Crowfeather did not expect that she would forget how she had been treated in their home. He only hoped that he could repair some of the damage that might have been caused.