Lone Star Mountain You think you know witches from stories and such,

if family was what mattered, why had célnes and her siblings even come along to whitebark? a moot point, he decided, considering that the entire land had been flooded and the wolves scattered. "i will not come with you past this point, célnes," the guardian rumbled low in his throat, a firm statement he meant in totality for her ears.

"there is one in this part of the world with whom i must first speak." he offered no detail upon the matter, merely straightened, stepped back into the rain. "i shall take first watch. you rest." soldier always; nothing could shake that from the eaglebound, nor stay his course. germanicus supposed, in a way, that was how his life had settled into fate. yellow eyes rested upon célnes, waiting for her to speak before he found a ledge overhead from which he might stare out into the rain.