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Crowfeather felt every second of the silence that followed his question. The dark figure began to shrink in his steps, lowering himself so that he might be able to vanish from sight if he felt the embarrassment grow too hot.

When Germanicus finally answered, there was a flash of heat and immediate relief. The older man had not had the chance for children of his own, not yet anyway. Crowfeather treasured this thought, even while unsure why he was doing it.

Maybe it will, he said softly, pushing their journey on. The weasel was ignored in light of the information Crowfeather had obtained.