Nocturne Summit A sea of clouds

the ranger was forced to admit to himself most uncomfort truths. but he was saved from further introspection by the return of crowfeather.

the cloying smell of rabbit's-blood filled thickly the space between them. with no distance between them, germanicus could see the miniature, perfectly formed drops of dew clinging to the boy's guard hairs.

"i am alert even when in sleep. it makes my nights far less restful." tone apologetic, and suddenly their proximity weighed upon the eagle. in a series of swift motions, he had risen, picked up the rabbit, and swept beyond crowfeather to the clearing just beyond.

germanicus gave the young hunter a stark look of thanks and then filled his mouth with flesh.