Altar of Twilight A shooting star

The dark wolf could not help the smile that sprung onto his snout. The world was beyond them, he knew. The stretch of what Germanicus had called the Teekon. 

They would need to turn back at some point, to fulfill their promise to the Redhawk Caldera. Crowfeather did not mind. The journey had kissed life into his soul. 

A quick smile flashed to Germanicus, teeth and all. Without warning, Crowfeather began to run. He wished in his heart for Germanicus to follow on his heels, to feel the heat of his breath.