Altar of Twilight A shooting star

crowfeather smoothed into a run. the fine lines of the willow-legged hunter did not suggest a challenge of speed, however. but a pursuit. 

germanicus did not spare a thought as he swept after crowfeather. his companion was made for an easier speed, by youth and by formation. and the eagle knew the way that stone and earth and twig twisted underfoot. how swiftly he must adjust to the terrain. he kept pace through confidence in this unconscious abilities.

but germanicus kept the rein upon his own speed, letting it surge little by little as he took whatever curves crowfeather put them through.