Bramblepoint Blue spotted tail

"many forests. perhaps they will even be at the feet of mountains." his mouth still remembered the texture of crowfeather's fur, and ran dry at the recollection. 

germanicus lay his own head down, willing that the young hunter not hear the loud canter of his heartbeat. he did not want distance between them, not to sleep.

but germanicus kept tight his control, and forced himself into a state like relaxation.

the scent of the forest lulled him, but his sleep would not be dreamless. and it would not come swiftly to him.

one ear twitched, wondering if crowfeather would speak again.