Lost Creek Hollow you will never know

The man grumbled. Crowfeather wondered if he had said something he wasn’t supposed to.

Ash Paw had said that Ingram was to be her husband. She had risked the life of her pups and herself to go find him and bring him to the hollow. Did that not speak of love? The three-legged man was uncertain if he had crossed into a territory where he was not welcome. He’d been too familiar with this man. He’d spoken too freely of his relationship with the pregnant woman.

They were both very different from anyone the dark Star had met.

Oh, yes. I- I was a medicine wolf to my home clan. I’ve helped heal the wolves here and there, in these lands, he answered, motioning to the grand stretch of wild terrain around them. Healing was supposed to be my- my destiny, I guess. That felt strange to admit to someone new.

But Riverclan- We have several healers here. We have alliances with the other clans, too. Swiftcurrent Creek and Kvarsheim. They have their own strengths. We all help each other and protect each other. I think your skills will have good purpose here.