Lost Creek Hollow gestur

The shadow turned his head to the sound of a familiar voice. He smiled, pleased to hear that they had a friendly visitor in their home.

Crowfeather wasted little time to prepare a small gift of herbs – things he had collected and stocked in his spare time. They were mostly simple herbs. He knew that some of them were used more often than others and that was what he wanted to supply her with. After gathering his items in a small fur, the tripod raced to the border to meet Bjarna.

Dark tail waved excitedly. He trotted to her with bright honey eyes.

Bjarna! His mouth muffled her name with the package he carried.