Altar of Twilight A shooting star

germanicus saw the rising of trees in the distance. their glossy path would carry them forward, and at crowfeather's signal, the ranger dropped his own speed. he was given then the vision of the young darting ahead, legs symbiotic with an unspoken desire. comely. symmetrical. 

not a cohort. alare, the fleetest of auxilia, soaring now before germanicus. where crowfeather could not turn to hold him with the art-gold eyes, the eagle watched.

he drew up sharply when they had come to the branchline, panting in a trained and quiet way.