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germanicus nodded, sliding sidelong sunyellow eye. "yes. we must lead it past the glen, into open land. cats do not leave their mountains for long."

"we will cross a river to ensure it does not follow."

they would be off-course more than he meant, but germanicus did not recall that he had measured that side of the stone-range.

he paused, sought crowfeather's eye with a softness he had not evinced since their talk of the stars. it was a vague expression, wishing to be apologetic. 

germanicus pressed on, dogged and resolute. "it is our responsibility to ensure that brecheliant knows how far the cat has roamed. we go as messengers of danger first, and taskmen second."