Bramblepoint culpa

germanicus cleaned his jaws of blood. the dark ears lifted to hear the name of the saints again. his moonbuilt stare grew brusque. "ursus."

the pheasant lay plucked and barren. "there is a star called ursa. they are the bears who were placed in the skies." it intrigued germanicus, but no more than the source of where crowfeather had spent well his time.

"from whom did you learn this information?" the ranger asked, straightening with the mien of one who has buckled a swordbelt.