Lake Rodney In the rain

The why was an awfully large answer, Crowfeather felt. 

Where I am from, the stars are important. My mother said they would guide me, he answered in a solemn tone. When spoken out loud, he believed it was something of a silly answer. It seemed like childish faith to think the glittering lights overhead would lead him to anything more than his snout and paws could. 

It had felt safe, which Crowfeather didn't want to share with Germanicus just yet. 

I guess they lead me here.

Something good had come from his blind wandering, at least. The dark seer wanted to believe that in fleeing from his fate, he had started the structures for a new one. 

Germanicus offered a suggestion, to lead them through the dusk and into the dark of night. It was proposed as a means of learning. Crowfeather looked to the silver male once, lingering on his face for a second too long before he bobbed his head and offered a warm, yes, Germanicus.