Firefly Glen Nighttime coming

your power is in conquering pain. your power is in mastering it. when the enemy can no longer inflict agony upon you, they have nothing. that is when you rise.

a muffled echo of this in germanicus as he marched silently after crowfeather.

there were dozens of fireflies here, and they lit the young hunter's countenance as he turned back to look at germanicus. there was no lack of concern there. the eagle did not want it to become pity. 

he cast the quiet observation of his sun-soft stare toward the tangled thickness of foliage above them. before him, the mouth of a cave gaped. they were not the first to stop here. germanicus spent another long minute watching each shadow, and then moved carefully forward, settling beside the den's opening. 

crowfeather carried something, and the guard followed the object with his gaze.