Lost Creek Hollow The Wind In The Canyon

You will… I’m sure. Almost all the warriors in my homeland got to go, at least once. I went every time. A long walk to the cave with the stars. We would dream with them and then would return the next day.

Crowfeather liked that they would not need to travel far to speak with the stars. He felt like those who had passed in his life were closer. It made him feel that he was meant to be there, destined to walk through the hollow and to claim it as his own. Knowing that he shared the company of kind wolves filled him with contentedness. Even if that feeling was only fleeting, he reveled in it.

When Sandy agreed to learn whatever the shadow would teach, Crowfeather felt his cheeks grow warm. He had wished that he might share such things with Germanicus, once. It was painful and embarrassing to think about that. The things that he had wanted to share with the silver eagle would be shared with Silvertongue, with Sandulf, and Faun.

Do you think you’ll like it here, Sandy? he asked quietly.