Firefly Glen mitesco

Beyond the glen, into the open, through a river, Crowfeather’s mind whirred at the sound of their plan. Germanicus had constructed it so quickly. The shadow had not even had a moment to inquire before the older man had provided a solution.

The dark wolf nodded his narrow snout once.

Are they faster than us? The felines? Crowfeather asked tentatively. In his mind he saw the shadow with jagged fangs bearing down upon the eagle. The dark seer was filled with dread at the prospect.

With your- with the cut on your leg-

You are not ready for a fight, he scolded himself.