Lost Creek Hollow Kicks and Bricks

How foolish he had been! Crowfeather blushed hot beneath his dark fur. He hadn’t considered that this woman might have carried children. Now that he looked her over, he realized that it was obvious.

A sudden thought cast worry upon his features.

She introduced herself as Ash Paw. The tripod’s honey eyes softened, recalling his home. He wondered if she had come from a place like the Starsea. He wondered if he had found someone like him. She was grown, of course. She could have been given the name when she had not yet been an adult. The boy thought back to his days as Crowpaw, a nervous and babbling young thing.

I- I’m Crowfeather. It’s nice to meet you, Ash Paw, he offered her in a soft voice.

Before he could stop himself, the three-legged wolf canted his head and asked, are you all alone?