Lost Creek Hollow Bluegill

Swordfish wasn’t certain that he would be safe anywhere. Not as long as the bear was alive.

Plodding after them, the young wolf kept his head low and his eyes fixed on the ground. The beauty of Riverclan was lost on him. He thought of the creek. He thought of his journey from the sea. Most of all, he thought of his mother and his brother. There was a heavy pain that pushed at him from within his chest.

Thanks, was the only answer he offered.