Lake Rodney In the rain

"you may, but it is a slower task," germanicus answered after a moment. "if you journey at night, when the moon is at its highest point, it shows you that you are moving south."

he was not accustomed to speaking so greatly, at length, and yet each question from crowfeather he found answers with an ease unexperienced in a long while.

upon their left, a herd of pronghorn lifted their heads one by one, fleeing in unison to the more open places where wolves might not follow. germanicus shifted his expression toward crowfeather, face austere but gaze lit from within. he was interested to see what his companion might do.

and moreover, it would maybe take the boy's gaze from him, to be placed on another event.