Lake Rodney In the rain

At his words, Crowfeather realized that the sun did appear to move about much more than the moon ever did. He couldn't have said that he paid close enough attention to either to provide a useful thought on the subject. So, the dark wolf nodded his head to accept Germanicus' answer. 

The pronghorns started him, paws leapt upward before scattering rocks as they landed. The prey animals raced on hooven paws toward safety. The seer watched them travel for a moment before he picked his pace back up. 

The feeling of Germanicus' eyes on him had made him feel flustered, but he did not wish for the silver male to think that Crowfeather wasn't following his orders. The young wolf's eyes had wandered a few too many times to Germanicus. The dark wolf knew that he would need to pay attention to the mountain and the point of it where he would lead his companion. 

I used to travel by night only. I don't think I ever knew where I was going...

He shared quietly to Germanicus, not meeting his gaze this time.