Nocturne Summit Castle in the sky

Pulled away much too soon, Crowfeather refound his anxious footing and gazed out of their hideaway into the falling rain. 

The silence was fine, but when Germanicus spoke again, it was to ask whether Crowfeather had any regrets in agreeing to the journey they had made. The dark wolf looked to him immediately, wiggling his long frame so that he could see the stony expression on the soldier's face. 

No, I do not.

The answer was quick, firm, without any flickering doubts or hints of double meaning. It was at this moment that the dark Crowfeather looked back to the rain. The rumble of thunder outside the shelter brought a shudder to his body.

Do y-

Crowfeather did not have the courage to finish such a question.