Haunted Wood Cicada night

Through the dark cut a handsome silver coat and familiar canary eyes. Crowfeather rose at once and waved his tail, pleased that Germanicus appeared so healthy.

The young seer had not been entirely sure why he would have worried for the older man. Germanicus had been on his own for much longer than he had been with Crowfeather. It was more likely that the nimble shadow would have lost his way or gotten grievously injured.

The fen where Brecheliant resides is just over there, Crowfeather stated to him and nodded toward the pack they would visit the next morning. And I missed you. It was said plainly, he did not meet Germanicus’ gaze.