Bramblepoint Blue spotted tail

germanicus gazed upon the pointed sable face. "only one between us knows his fate," the eagle murmured. it was only weariness that turned his voice into a rasp, so he insisted to himself once more. the contagion of the yawn swept the man into his own.

crowfeather thought highly of him. germanicus did not want to fail this sentiment with ambition or desire. 

"the strongest rulers come from the halls of those who do not want to lead."

he allowed himself the image of setting his muzzle across the sinewed arch of crowfeather's shoulder, coaxed it away again. "tomorrow," the eagle went on pointedly, "we will continue our talk on this matter."