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Talk of children sent a ripple through the dark boy’s stomach. He was not certain why. Perhaps the idea that Germanicus struck Crowfeather as a suitable father. He could imagine small silver babies racing about his legs as he taught them how to be good soldiers.

In their midst, he imagined even a little black one with golden eyes.

Immediately forcing the thought from his mind, Crowfeather nodded his head to Germanicus’ words. He was rather excited to see Brecheliant and the kind of allies they were.

Do you like pups, Germanicus? the seer inquired with a high voice, shaky and uncertain. The dark wolf knew that it did not have much to do with the answer the older man had given him, but he was curious to know if his daydreams had any grounds.