Lost Creek Hollow Giggle and the flames grow higher

Short but mostly out of my shock for this poor boy wow… ;w; Atreus. Someone’s evil to their characters! I approve. And hate it.

 

The dark wolf responded to the summons with an answering howl. His legs carried him swiftly through the familiar terrain. Through the brush and the protective shade of the trees until Crowfeather happened upon the scene. 

His eyes were trained on the young wolf who pitifully waited for treatment. Riverclan’s healer tried to tend to him. Crowfeather wondered if she needed help, if she wanted to move him. 

Here, let me- let me hold you up, he breathed shakily, drawing up to the side of the wounded thing. Crowfeather’s snout touched the boy softly.