Sleepy Fox Hollow Time moves slow

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the sky had not yet begun to pale with dawn when germanicus woke crowfeather. 

"come. let us hunt away from here."

he suspected the boy would still be weary but the centurion had long learned to heed his instincts. "i have found the root of a stream, nestled in the rock. it is secluded there."

germanicus took up the lead with a rangy step, though he paused to wait for crowfeather's true arrival before he pressing on.