Lake Rodney A journey (a decision)

A shaky sigh of relief was met with her words.

If she had managed to make her way from the Saints clutches and into a home of her own, that was good news. Crowfeather had not understood the circumstances that had put her in their midst to begin with.

The place she referenced was east beyond the mountains in a warm red holding. Crowfeather listened with interest. He thought of Germanicus immediately, wondering if the handsome guardian knew that there was dry stone ahead of them and not the icy cold that he had referenced.

Did your friend not return yet? Crowfeather asked, ears falling with worry. Are you making a new pack with them? In the uh- in the Akashingo?