Firefly Glen mitesco

@Crowfeather's breathing had slowed into the rhythm of sleep finally. the eagle was alone with his own thoughts, and chose to think none of them. instead, he counted the stars until they gleamed more faintly.

the stink of cat again in the air.

germanicus searched the veiled glen with his hardened gaze. the moon had gone quiet behind clouds. he took the air, then rose, moving toward their shelter. "get up," the ranger whispered quietly, trailing in a determined limp for the opposite treeline.