Nocturne Summit A sea of clouds

when germanicus woke, he did not expect that crowfeather would be near. 

and yet he was watched over as he had done for the young man. the eagle came fully awake now, the training of a life spent sleeping upon edges and precipices. cliffsides. plateaus.

yet he did not stir, noiselessly watching the smooth strong back of the younger wolf disappear from their cover.

only when he was alone did he let out his breath, evince the long-held control of his more primal self, the frustrations that had started to irritate him at their closeness through the night.