Haunted Wood Cicada night

The older man’s response lingered in the air for a moment. Crowfeather buzzed with delight.

Taking his time to find a place that would give them a nice resting position, the dark wolf mulled over thoughts of what Germanicus might have done while they were apart. It felt a little foolish to be waiting for him to arrive, like a woman who had bid her husband farewell, off to war.

When he had made a nest for them both, Crowfeather felt he could no longer busy his paws or muzzle with tasks. The shadow made himself comfortable and waited for the arrival of his other half.