Nocturne Summit A sea of clouds

The rain did not cease falling until the early hours of the morning when the sun had still not fully risen and the earth was draped in a misty glow. Fog had settled in, drifting up to where their shelter was. Crowfeather had watched the eerie cloud stretch across the ground and stone. It looked almost like water, the way it moved. 

The weariness he had felt traveling with Germanicus had faded some. The rest had been good to him. Being with someone like the silver guardian had also been good for him. The dark seer could not think of how fortunate he had been to encounter the patient figure. 

With a sneaking look toward @Germanicus and his handsome figure, Crowfeather moved to rise and see if he could gather food before the older male woke.