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Crowfeather had never thought of something like that. He could not pull his eyes from the silver wolf, from Germanicus. The fearful young shadow wondered for a heartbeat if he had joined them...

Germanicus was moving, saying that he did not wish to remain there. Crowfeather's ears stood tall at the mention of the mountains. 

Crowfeather was tired already but he had sworn he would not fall behind. He did not intend to disappoint the intense man he had found. He wanted only for Germanicus to keep him at his side. 

So, he kept pace with the older wolf. Against every stitch in his ribs and pang in his paws, he kept pace.