Big Salmon Lake A walk in the skies

Crowfeather was not sure how some of the words Germanicus spoke were so curious sounding and arrived with such a plain meaning. 

Pagan, the seer worked in his mind several times over. A word tied to the gods and belief. It was curious still, perhaps... in different ways. The shadow wondered if it bothered the silver guard to know that their faiths were so far apart. Crowfeather was not opposed to learning. He hoped he had demonstrated this much. 

The Starsea was part of him, however. That could never be forgotten or left behind. 

The mountain point is over there, hidden behind those trees, he gestured with a nod of his nose to the bramble forest. Before, Crowfeather had worried over each query the soldier had made. On the edge of the water, after several days with the older man, the seer thrilled at what might fall next from Germanicus' lips. 

We- we might be able to stay by this lake, but nearer- nearer to the trees just over there, again he nodded the direction he intended. His cheeks still pained him and he did not know how to cease the feeling in his stomach.