Bramblepoint Rose petals

It felt overwhelming to know that they had found themselves upon something that had the potential to be large. For a young wolf who had only ever known the pressures and turmoil of his home pack, Crowfeather worried that he was showing himself as an omen. Bringer of awful things-

The Saints had been there before he had arrived. The dark wolf held onto that firmly. He had only happened upon what had already been thriving. Misfortunate, but safe from the mark of being a curse. 

Yes, Germanicus.

Crowfeather brushed through the nearest cluster of brambles, wincing as a few of them found his flesh. Once he had passed through and onto a clearer path, he set their course south for the lake. 

What kind of service do you think Brecheliant will ask from us?