Firefly Glen Nighttime coming

The word used by Germanicus was foreign to Crowfeather. The dark seer had never heard such a term. This was unsurprising to a boy who knew very few terms that had been spoken by his silver guard. 

Pagan, he thought with a curious expression. He was not sure if that was what suit him, if it was the word to describe what he was. 

I am not sure I know what I am, Germanicus, Crowfeather admitted to him slowly. 

The belief of the Starsea had been everything to his home pack. They had raised him on religion, expected him to thrive. Who was to blame for his failure?