Bramblepoint culpa

germanicus was riveted, and this showed in the intensification of his stare. crowfeather had come across a telling parcel of information about these infamous saints.

a single nod in answer. "but they are not yet formed." there was not yet an ally of this wild pack. time now to choose silently their path: would they seek to deter the growth of this akashingo, or turn them to a different favour?

germanicus took a low breath, considering all. satsu and akashingo. these sounds held a breath of foreign nature he had not heard before.

the man's gaze softened as he glanced to crowfeather. "do you trust her?" saint or not, captive or not, that part of the boy's meeting with this woman undermined the sense of alliance.