Bramblepoint culpa

Shaking the sleep from his head, ears slapped to his skull. Leaves and twigs had made a home in his dark coat. When he found strength to rise to his paws, he would shake his whole frame to start his system.

Germanicus asked him if he knew which way they would travel from there. The dark wolf had remembered making a note of it. The lake, the first lake they had stopped at, should be south of them. Before he had carried their journey into the weald, he had scouted the area with close eyes and tucked it away.

South!

A cheery expression was shining at Germanicus.