Big Salmon Lake A walk in the skies

The fish was forgotten between his paws. Crowfeather's mind had been stolen by Germanicus' answer. 

A pretty being, he felt a trill rising in his throat and swallowed it back down. He would not laugh at the man's words for all their foreignness to him. Crowfeather had never been called pretty before, not in a genuine way. The wolf who belonged to the Saints had referenced it. It had been possessive and cruel. The way the Starsea leader had done just before the seer had become a young man. 

A naiad is an amazing thing, Crowfeather whispered before returning to his fish. The dark wolf's cheeks were flaming. 

What is pagan? he required this answer next but did what he could not to look into Germanicus' intoxicating canary eyes.