Nocturne Summit Castle in the sky

Crowfeather had known the solitary type. Many of the warriors of the Starsea were that way, lonely and rough. He had admired them when he was no more than a whelp. Age showed him the horrors of being a fighter. Each time they went to battle and returned, it was with hardship on their bodies and dismal horror in their eyes. 

Germanicus' eyes did not hurt Crowfeather the way that the warriors of Starsea had. Whether this was the soldier's knack for hiding his emotions or not, the seer did not think that he would know. 

It will be better with someone at your side, the dark wolf said as confidently as his nervous nature would allow. Crowfeather did not meet the noble man's gaze this time. The heat in his cheeks was much too warm for him to withstand without increasing the intensity with Germanicus' canary stare.