Firefly Glen mitesco

Crowfeather did not like the words Germanicus shared with him. His eyes searched the face of the older male with concern etched deeply on his narrow features. 

The shadow had never had to defend anything, not in all his life. He did not even know how he might spare himself from immediate doom if placed in such a situation. 

No. I've never learned to- he stopped. 

I've never learned to hold my ground in the face of fear, he wished to confess. Crowfeather had only mastered the art of running away. 

We do not have to fight do we, Germanicus? 

A cowards wonder.