Ravensblood Forest vos autem in corde meo

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cold rain had marked the bulk of the journey germanicus had set himself upon. once the flatlands had been crossed, he rested in the lee of the far mountains before enduring them for the better part of the following day. that then, had brought him to the many valleys where he had last met the vestal.

off again to the paw-shaped bowl of ursus, though this time the eaglebound gave the den of cultish vipers a wide berth. ico no longer resided there. and germanicus found no trail of him. he did not think the boy would have crossed to the colder taiga; @Ico was a delicate sort of individual. he pressed close to the mountains, hunting where he might and resting at odd intervals for his slumberings.

at length he came to the juncture between stone and coastline; germanicus breathed the salt air, and moved in a general search along its edge. 

it had been several days thus far, and no sign nor scent of ico since. though he would not allow himself to become discouraged, germancius was nothing if not pragmatic. ico was gone, it looked, or the world was too great for the soldier to explore. a great forest beckoned his hard-pressed self, and in the cold afternoon, germanicus nestled himself in a tangle of holly bushes and found sleep with a quick relief.