Sleepy Fox Hollow Time moves slow

The fish was momentarily forgotten between his paws. Crowfeather surveyed Germanicus with a scrutinizing stare. He could not imagine what it must have been like to be made a soldier when he was still only a pup.

The Starsea had its own trials, including the culture pieces that were necessary of a wolf in Crowfeather’s role. It was formal and frightening. The fate of many wolves had been reliant upon the ability of so few. In this, the dark wolf felt common ground. It was in this that he found himself clutching to similarities between his own childhood and Germanicus’.

In the Starsea, all young wolves become apprentices beneath a mentor. They train to either become medicine wolves, warriors, even leaders, Crowfeather offered by means of explanation.

My father was powerful too. He became the leader of the Starsea just before I left. This was something they shared, as well.

With lantern eyes, Crowfeather smiled sadly to Germanicus.

The stars spoke and said that I was not to be a warrior, or medicine wolf. I was to be a seer.