Sleepy Fox Hollow Time moves slow

The dark wolf blinked rapidly at the answer that was received. He did not like this wary, guarded, tight-lipped version of Germanicus, but he also did not know well enough to say whether he should feel that way. After all, they were nearing the claim to a dangerous pack with wolves who had nearly attacked Crowfeather in the woods.

If Germanicus would not rest, then, I will hunt for us just before we move on. Please, Germanicus, do not let me rest long.

Sadness welled inside of him as he watched the silver guard roam around the hollow, securing their perimeter with a careful sniff and search. Crowfeather watched him until he moved out of sight. The dark wolf breathed a shaky sigh that rattled his frame.