Big Salmon Lake A walk in the skies

Gazing at the glittering creatures beneath the surface of the water, Crowfeather smiled. 

The dark boy knew that he was not the best hunter, but he had adapted well in the company of the older man. There had not yet been a chance for him to show how well he could fish. There was a hunger in his stare, following the gliding movements of the prey within the lake water. When Germanicus spoke, it took only a moment for Crowfeather to respond. 

Oh, but that is alright. I'll make sure to clean it and tend to it again before we go to Brecheliant. By the time we get there, it should- it will- well, it should look better, the slim shadow offered to Germanicus with a delicate wag of his tail. It was meant to be reassuring. Crowfeather did not believe he had any reason to forgive the man, not for anything he had done.