Lost Creek Hollow inflexus

It was no surprise that Germanicus knew of the others – the creek and Kvarsheim. The silver eagle had always had a way of knowing. Crowfeather knew better than to ask.

They’re both very kind. Different, but good.

It would be good to know them. The dark Star was fond of their neighbors. He was pleased that they had managed to make alliances with the two clans. It showed that they were doing well. It was proof that they could take their quiet hollow clan and turn it into a place of peace that was also protected. If only Crowfeather’s father could see him.

I could introduce you. Not that Germanicus would need his help.

Mereo was gone.

Crowfeather watched the older man with intense eyes.

Not really. Dark tail waved, slow and gentle. I’m sure you’ve taught them lessons they’ll carry with them everywhere.

Mereo would live on in its members, in whatever they would do.