Altar of Twilight A shooting star

The dark young wolf contemplated the information that had been given. Germanicus seemed indifferent to the idea of taking on of the boar down. Crowfeather was almost certain he had heard the scouting parties of the Starsea return with tales of wicked pigs, pigs that mauled and gored. 

Uncertainty was like a butterfly fluttering in his chest. 

Let's see if there is a small one. So we can share, Crowfeather stated after his thoughtful period. They had taken turns hunting for one another over their journey. The seer wished to dominate something more filling. He wanted to prove that they could accomplish anything, even if such thoughts were those of a fool.