Bramblepoint culpa

but germanicus was not satisfied with such vague words from crowfeather. he knew the younger wolf had the gift of language. it rarely left his companion.

yet in kinship he too was not willing to press the lines of this. they had revisited the topic. it was enough for now.

"i am going to sleep once more." by the time he woke, he hoped evening would fall. "it will hasten the hours."

he did not expect crowfeather to keep watch. "i will move deeper into the forest." his eyes shone with a wary warmth. "i am interested to know what you will do with this time."