Lake Rodney Sugar in the creek

The woman’s introduction had garnered a gasp from the dark figure.

At once, Crowfeather bent his torso into a fitting bow. He remembered the name and the title for their foreignness had been confusing to him, and he had rather admired how easily Germanicus had repeated them.

You are the Sovereign, the seer breathed. His eyes averted and he tucked his tail until he could feel it brush against his belly. When he had held his ground for several seconds too long, the narrow wolf looked back to her with a sense of wonder.

I am Crowfeather. I travel with my- he paused and shook his head, with Germanicus, a good man. We are in this area and will be aiding Brecheliant upon Ruenna’s request. Was that enough? Had he answered adequately?