Altar of Twilight A shooting star

crowfeather was focused upon this possibility. germanicus felt his own features warm to the idea. "you have gotten a taste for hunting," he observed, thinking of the prey that his companion had slain upon their journey. swift. precise. he gathered these into his list of adjectives for the boy.

the ranger nosed down through the foliage, exposing the telling hoof-mark of a roaming boar. further ahead, these tracks became legion. the gamey reek of the wild pigs filled the air. germanicus searched for crowfeather's reaction.