Lake Rodney In the rain

beside the lake, the wind still held the threat of rain. it would come again today, through the evening. germanicus put himself through a series of stretches, grunting low here and again in his throat. when he had finished, he turned toward crowfeather, into the sheen of something beneath the younger's gilt gaze.

the eagle turned away at once, bunching hackles and releasing them. a small breeze played from the surface. "today you will take us a day from sight of the lake. and then you will return us to its shore."

his attention, his figure, returned to crowfeather, and he met the boy's eyes with an inarticulate sort of knowing, before he turned to ranger once more. "i will not aid you. if you lead us in circles, it will be on your head." but amusement now. 

germanicus rose to his height and waited for the aspiring cohort to lead on.