Lake Rodney In the rain

Those glances were so difficult for Crowfeather to read. He swam in them at every opportunity, hungry to learn what existed beneath the soldier across from him. So far, he had learned nothing more than that Germanicus was an infinitely curious man. It marveled the younger wolf to think that he had spent this time with the silver soldier and had not gathered more than Germanicus had given him. 

Crowfeather did treasure what was given. 

The instructions that were given left the dark wolf feeling nervous and weaker in the legs than he had been in days. It was entirely his job to pull them from the warmth of the trees and into the unknown. A day's journey from the lake, he thought with dread. Crowfeather nodded his head to Germanicus to show that he understood. 

Staring into the distance whirred his mind. Germanicus had said he was aiming to travel where it was cold and distant. This meant that Crowfeather needed to be able to endure those trying tasks. The mountain that stretched beyond the lake looked to be a suitable landmark. The point of the rocky face they could climb over and the lake would be nothing but a memory. 

With one last look to the soldier in silver, Crowfeather began to move.