Sleepy Fox Hollow Time moves slow

Those words came out as something warm and golden, as a thick gooey honey that coated the inside of the dark wolf’s belly and rendered him speechless.

Tears pricked at the back of his eyes. He hated that feeling, even when spurred by something as kind as what Germanicus had said. It was a loss of control over his emotion. It was something that he felt he could not stop. Crowfeather did not cry, though.

You are a good man.

The words were breathy and graceless. They had been snatched from his mouth before he’d had a chance to think whether to say them.