Altar of Twilight A shooting star

with you.

germanicus was suddenly reminded of how the sweet blood-smell had perfumed crowfeather's mouth once more. his mind lurched away from the image, and he faced into the undergrowth, watching the boar-path disappear further ahead. unthinkingly he started to follow.

the eagle must avoid such concepts. "you may earn a scar today," he uttered. but his tone was not warning, only informative. it was crowfeather who had led them here and chosen their target. the ranger would see it through to whatever end followed.