Crowfoot
Crowfoot neared the camp. He was drenched and his pelt was weighing down on him. His pads were sliced and burnt beneath him. Despite the rain, he was smaked in the face with a farmiliar scent. Jayfall! he thought with relief. He followed her scent, which was drifting towards him by thwe wind. He knew she couldn't smell him, so he had to find her himself. He stumbled and toppled to her scent, when CRASH! he slipped and tumbled down a hill, right into Jayfall. Owww! he moaned.












