Nocturne Summit A sea of clouds

Germanicus began his stretching the same way he had before. Crowfeather watched until the silver guardian spoke and instructed that he should do the same. Prepare your body for the day to come, he heard in his father's frustrated tones. It did not sound bad coming from the soldier across from him. 

Crowfeather lowered his torso to the ground, stretching his legs and paws out in front of him. His dark rump rose into the air and remained there for several seconds. The dark wolf could feel the muscles pulling along his back in places he had not even felt sore. He wished he could remain that way for hours. 

A question had been presented to the dark young wolf. 

It was grassy, had its own water, and protection with the rocks. It didn't look like the best place for a pack but after being closer it became more. A sparkling stone in a bog, he answered, thinking for a moment of the girl he had met in the morass and the offerings they had made to their lost loved ones. 

Crowfeather looked to Germanicus with a tilt of his head. Was that the answer he had wanted?