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germanicus nodded. "they can be."

there was a reticence in crowfeather he did not like. "i will be all right." suddenly the guardian was still, traveling no further as he looked at the shadow.

he turned sidelong then, his stare fixed on the trees from where they came. "one retreats. two may hold ground."

germanicus returned his attention to crowfeather. "you understand how to seek your way. do you know how to defend land?"

the tactician knew the intellect of a well-made retreat. and when it was less suitable.