Altar of Twilight A shooting star

"yes." but germanicus did not move from where he stood near the end of their path. nor did he shift the gaze that had come to rest upon crowfeather. 

the ache that ico once instilled had now returned. it was injurious. unique. the eagle let himself linger there in the look until the rustle of feathers in the underbrush swung his head.

"there are boar in these woods," germanicus said, moving with a long step to enter the shadows. "but they are dangerous."

he felt shaken.