Bramblepoint Blue spotted tail

Many forests, Crowfeather repeated to himself, thumping his tail against the dirt.

The dark wolf thought of many different places they would find. He thought of the mountain they had trekked along the base of. The glen with glittering stars. Crowfeather thought even of the lake where Germanicus had instructed him how to swim.

These thoughts rested his figure and released the tension he had held in his thin frame.

Crowfeather rolled to his side, hoping that his back might reach where Germanicus rested, hoping that he might feel the pleasure of the older man’s touch against his body… just once more.

Do you think you would like to have your own pack, Germanicus? the seer asked sleepily.