Grouse Thicket quercus

Germanicus...

The name of the silver male suited him, but it was still foreign. It sounded nothing like the names that Crowfeather had been raised with, had known in his childhood. 

The moments before Germanicus instructed Crowfeather to grab the prey and follow stretched on. When he spoke at last, the dark seer did not hesitate in scooping the bird and hurrying after. 

Crowfeather wanted to thank him. He wanted to say how grateful he was. He did not, however. Instead, he followed quietly behind the silver leader.