Bramblepoint culpa

You did.

Oh-

Crowfeather blinked several times. Their conversation just before sleep had not escaped the dark wolf. He did not recall it with perfect clarity, but Germanicus' rough baritone still dwelled in his mind. Crowfeather was not certain how he was supposed to answer without it sounding odd. 

I don't remember, he said after a moment. Maybe something you did, or said.

A half-truth. The seer was uncertain if this would suffice for a response. The belief that Germanicus would have made a fine pack leader had not left him. Only, he did not want to press matters with the older man. Crowfeather would never force fate on another.