Altar of Twilight A shooting star

So beset by emotion, Crowfeather did not realize that Germanicus had reached for him. It was not until the touch found its place that the dark figure quivered in response. Eyes closed tightly to stem the flow of tears. 

... not injured ... 

The young shadow looked to the guardian with a breath that shook Crowfeather like a leaf in autumn. Germanicus was trying to explain to him the reason for the blood flow. The silver tactician made the comment that it would take only the night to rest within the glen and he would be able to move on. 

The dark wolf was unable to move beyond his shock that Germanicus was not mad. 

The seer's mind had whirred beyond a number of remedies. Mothwing had shown him how to find herbs for injuries. She had taught him even to use cobwebs to help stop the blood from flowing. Crowfeather knew that he could help. 

He snapped to attention and looked at the older male with urgency, panic still evident in his gaze. 

I- I- I know how to find herbs, Germanicus! I was taught. Let me find a place for us to stay and some herbs and you rest here.

Crowfeather did not wait for an answer. He instinctively reached out to touch his nose to the man's cheek before bounding into the trees and the depth of the glen.