Lake Rodney In the rain

This similarity brought rushing warmth with it. Crowfeather had not anticipated he would hear his mother share anything with anyone who might have been in Germanicus' life. How had he turned into the man he was with a parental figure who believed in stars and magicks? 

Tiberius...

He spoke the brother's name aloud, finding the sound of it to be similar to Germanicus' but still of its own merit. Crowfeather could not help but wonder what the soldier's brother had been like. Thinking of his own siblings, the dark wolf realized that it was possible they were nothing alike at all. Their names sounded frightening together, indomitable in their weight. 

At the word oracle, Crowfeather's eyelids fluttered heavily over his eyes. His heart sank into the pit of his gut, increasing in weight and strength. 

It is not the job of the stars to interpret the future, he said plainly, staring at the ground in front of his hurried paws.