Firefly Glen mitesco

"yes."

crowfeather did not know who he was. but germanicus saw two notes of a whole: talent and a kind heart. an equite in the truest sense of things. he saw many paths for the boy. but he said none of them, for as the shadow had picked their quarry and brought them here, crowfeather must choose again.

for himself, not on the word or influence of the eagle.

"why it has followed two wolves, i do not know."

the muffled sound of his feet in the underbrush, marred only by the limp of his cut leg. he would not stop again. "it is a greater danger, that a cat has no fear. it might mean disease, and for us as well."

words sweeping them beneath the cloak of night.

at last germanicus called a halt and looked back along one silversheen shoulder.