Firefly Glen Nighttime coming

Germanicus reviewed the location silently. Crowfeather waited with baited breath as the silver male made his way to the mouth of the den and settled there. 

The shadow took a step forward and placed the branch at his paws. He did not want to approach Germanicus unless allowed, not this time. Crowfeather could not help the heightened awareness he had to their proximity. 

W- will you let me dress your- 

He had not wanted it to be called an injury. Crowfeather blinked and looked to the crusted red mark on Germanicus' foreleg.