Lake Rodney In the rain

Germanicus' voice was warm in those early waking hours. That rugged baritone filled their space and the limbs of the dark sleeping wolf. He stretched, lengthy and stiff before his paws were drawn to his face to rub at his eyes. The weariness had only just faded, but his legs and shoulders were aching worse than they had the day before. 

The mention of the dream was his first realization. Crowfeather looked to Germanicus quickly, worried that he might ask what it had been off, ask him to interpret what it could mean for the future. The silver wolf did not ask. Instead, he had offered it as a way to show he had noticed. That was all, that was all...

Crowfeather opened his mouth to tell him about the eagle fighting the snake, but he couldn't get the words out. He didn't even know what it meant. What good would it do to share that with the man who was seeking to teach him how to conceal his emotions beneath his skin. 

I am ready, Germanicus, Crowfeather said, wincing only slightly as he clambered to his paws. 

The mice beside him brought rapid heat to his face. The dark wolf's heart thrummed wildly as a large lump gathered in the back of his throat. He didn't relish in the confusing feelings but bent and ate the mice as quickly as he could. When he looked back to Germanicus, it was with a determined expression. 

Something else swam in the pale yellow of his eyes. Perhaps something more than he had ever felt before.