Nocturne Summit A sea of clouds

Crowfeather began their trek in the direction he had plotted while hunting. He thought carefully about the question that had been posed to him. Germanicus would analyze his answer and would tell him whether it was a foolish choice. Crowfeather only wished that he could think faster, present something that would be soundly considered. 

A forest perhaps, came the words after that stretch of thoughtful time. A forest at the base of a mountain. That part felt as though it was a necessity. If he had only left Germanicus with the woods as his response, the guardian might think him a simpleton. He may have thought that already. 

Where would you settle? Crowfeather asked, not to learn but because he genuinely wished to know.