Grouse Thicket roll for initiative

he had only loved crowfeather. he would only love crowfeather.

he had adored ruenna and her willingness to be his confidant. 

he had woken with fennec and found himself satisfied by the sound of her voice.

satisfied. not fulfilled.

in fact, if he would think of himself at all, he would delve into this idiomatic sin of men left alone together for long months.

see how he had turned it away a dozen times, accepted it at the last? 

and see now, how it had gone, for germanicus was wicked and wickedness must be held by iron.

he rested, leaning spine against the bole of a tree and stretching a foreleg before him, one after another. he had not fed his muscles more than lean meat in some time, and yes, he was ageing.

another harsh truth that must be swallowed at once.

movement. "show yourself."

rote. automatic. commanding.