Haunted Wood Cicada night

The journey from the lake, past the Redhawk Caldera and into the cover of the forest had taken a large amount of time. The dark wolf had not realized that he did not find the motivation as easily when Germanicus was not at his side.

Furthermore, Crowfeather missed the older man. The absence of those thoughtful yellow eyes had left a sucking hole in the seer’s chest. He had been unable to fill it with any sense of purpose or thoughts of reunion.

When the scent of Brecheliant had reached him, he was outside of the wood. The fen was a small journey away, but nothing they could not cover in the early morning hours. It would allow them to bed down in another forest for the evening, provided the silver eagle could reach the wood by the time night fell.

Crowfeather called to @Germanicus to provide instruction on where he was and then waited nervously at the edge of the forest.

Set tomorrow night.