Lost Creek Hollow Kicks and Bricks

Crowfeather had taken to patrolling their borders. His mind buzzed with thoughts of the springtime and the budding flowers that might appear from beneath the snow. The young shadow missed the warmth of summer. He longed to stretch himself out in the sunlight and nap a few hours away.

The bite of winter was a reminder that they had several months before the snow would melt.

Hunching at the cold breeze, Crowfeather lifted his eyes to see an unfamiliar woman who had made a place beneath a tree. Nervousness washed through him. He thought of the dark woman he’d met in the hollow, of her confusing words. Knowing that he could not let his fearfulness dissuade him from protecting his home, the tripod stepped toward her tentatively.

Are you alright? his quavering voice asked of her.