Firefly Glen Nighttime coming

there was a small smile, and then crowfeather was reiterating himself to germanicus. the eagle watched him for a long moment, noting the import of the words spoken.

but more than that, he saw the small gesture of tail, the way that the young medic stood near and met his own eye. 

germanicus was silent. the throb of his torn flesh had ebbed somewhat. "i will not ask again you again if you are regretful, crowfeather." 

this time, the corners of his mouth lifted, and he lay back against the grass. in time he would make his way to the shelter's darkness. for now the tactician wished to stay as he was.