Haunted Wood Cicada night

crowfeather's voice rose into the night, and germanicus answered from the lip of the caldera, where it touched the wildwood.

the forest was large. he chose to cut through it, angling for the stream that divided the forest into two parts. 

it would be some time before he arrived, and he set a smart wolf's-trot between the boles. 

germanicus was warmed by the thought of the shadow waiting for him. he stared at the gnarled oak trees and their transition to willows, and here he paused to catch his breath before setting off again.