Lost Creek Hollow avisame

The dark star did not have the ability to dig deeper, to ask her how she had been. He worried that she did not like Germanicus in their hollow. He worried that he had made a mistake in allowing the ranger free entrance into their home.

The warmth in her purring voice was enough to soothe his fretting nature. The invitation from her movements, to draw closer, to feel the warmth of her figure, were met with his earnestness. She complimented the strength of the hollow and gave credit to him. Crowfeather became bashful. His cheeks warmed beneath his dark fur.

A credit to all of us, the tripod corrected with his soft voice.

I think a ceremony would be great. We should invite the creek and Kvarsheim, right?

The hollow was large enough that it could host three packs for a short time.