Lost Creek Hollow gestur

Crowfeather watched the tapping of her paws and smiled. Bjarna was delight incarnate. She had captivated his attention entirely.

The three-legged figure stepped toward her wrapped gift. His nose could smell that there were delicious things in there. When she peeled back the wrapping to reveal the collection of small organs – special treats – Crowfeather inhaled a small breath of air. The urge to reach out with his tongue and test the offering was mad inside him. He had to force himself to pull back, tongue flashing across his snout with the eagerness he felt.

Bjarna… thank you, the shadow said. His voice was quiet, touched. Crowfeather suddenly felt as though his herbs were a poor gift. She had brought this and he’d gathered weeds. Embarrassment burned his cheeks.