Altar of Twilight A shooting star

The climb over the point of the summit's base had been more difficult than the dark wolf had anticipated. Crowfeather felt his legs wobble uncertaintly once reaching the base on the other side. 

In the Altar of Twilight, Crowfeather could not see the lake they had left behind. He did not forget Germanicus' desire to travel to the east. The glen beyond was the dark figure's intended target. 

Pausing to catch his breath, Crowfeather sought @Germanicus with his honey gaze.