Lost Creek Hollow huacalera

The shadow arrived to hear Silvertongue speak about their neighbors. They were a small group, it seemed. This made him feel better. Crowfeather was not sure he would sit well beside a group that had as many numbers as Mereo or Akashingo.

We should invite them to a gathering, maybe.

The dark figure wavered his tail nervously. His ears shifted atop his head. Crowfeather wanted to make sure that they were kind to the other group of wolves. He had no interest in making enemies with those who were nestled close to them.

Somewhere in the middle. We can eat and share stories and updates. Crowfeather wondered what they would think of it.