Lake Rodney In the rain

once more, crowfeather did not falter. germanicus kept apace as he was led onward by the shadow.

the eagle did not look back upon the lake. if his companion approached the return trek as he had taken this one, there was small room for error. "look at where the sun is in the sky," he showed, sidling to the wolf-lope directly beside the young scout.

"if you can judge morning, noon, twilight, and dawn for yourself, you will always know how long you have travelled." remaining aware of the days in a journey might correct one's path, if he were to go off-course.

he did not let himself glance sideways again, and attempted to find the silent line in the distance crowfeather meant them to travel.