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The tightness had not passed without notice.

It was the first time that Crowfeather had felt like a simpleton in the company of Germanicus. It was not a feeling directed at the stalwart guard. The seer could not help but to think he had made a mistake in being so open. He was pushing the other’s patience.

Fear pricked at him, drawing his ears to lay flat upon his skull.

Yes, Germanicus.

Crowfeather looked ahead to a space between two forests and a river that they would pass through.

The shadow did not look to Germanicus again for some time.