Sleepy Fox Hollow Time moves slow

A fluttering of relief entered the dark wolf. At least, if Germanicus had not scented anything that would cause concern, Crowfeather felt at ease. 

Having looked down at the hollow from their rocky trail hours before, the seer had thought that it would have been the perfect hideaway. It had not been until they had entered it that he found the same creeping feeling, like eyes that followed his every movement, belonging to a monster he could not see. 

You will wake me when you wish to rest? Crowfeather asked of him. He knew they needed a watch while they remained in the mountains. It was not something he would argue against.