Nocturne Summit Castle in the sky

The shadow followed the silver wolf's instruction, seeing the dark entrance that the pine had created in the stone. It looked tight and secluded like it would keep even the smallest raindrops from falling onto their heads. There would be little for Crowfeather to complain about. 

Hurrying through the pine, brushing droplets of rain onto his coat, the seer slunk into the carved shadow and pressed himself against Germanicus. When the soldier spoke, it filled the younger wolf's stomach with beating wings. 

Heart to heart, so you might look into the face of the other-

Crowfeather found his eyes tracing the rough features of the older male. It was intoxicating. His breathing slowed and he straightened his features into a placid expression. The twittering of his tail ceased. If he could not control the wild pattering of his heart or the fluttering of birds in his belly, he would control his frame. 

Oh, but he would not have minded gazing into the face of Germanicus for longer. 

This is- it's nice, Crowfeather whispered.