Bramblepoint Blue spotted tail

The sun had fallen and draped them in darkness before they had reached the edge of the forest. 

Crowfeather ached from his neck to his paw pads, which he was certain were cracked and bleeding. When he had set his sights on the rough shelter in the trees, he resigned to it immediately. Slowly plodding to it, the shadow sniffed for danger and wearily sought the eyes of the soldier. 

@Germanicus needed his wounds dressed and cleaned before either of them would be able to rest. Crowfeather thought it fortunate that the forest was so dense. It would mean an easy search for webs.