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The seer was drawn to these words. His mind was opened by them, understanding flooded his narrow figure. The realization that had found Crowfeather was accompanied by a powerful new admiration, even desire, for Germanicus.

Drunken on the yellow of the older man’s stare, the shadow held it. He desired to maintain the sunshine glow of that man’s eyes for as long as he could. The gripping beat of his heart had become commonplace when standing beside the guardian. The budding feeling of infatuation had started to shift to something else.

I will like anywhere we stay, so long as we are there together, Crowfeather told him with earnest. A thick rock lodged in his throat and he was forced to look away.

The dark wolf did not share the understanding he had found with Germanicus. Gangly and foolish, Crowfeather would never be a true warrior. He did not feel as frightened by the concepts of danger or the threat of death. If he had something that was worth the battle- 

A stolen glance to Germanicus.