Haunted Wood Cicada night

The wings attempted flight again and thrashed at the dark young wolf’s insides for several seconds. Germanicus had said it in his own way, which had been more than enough for Crowfeather. Peace settled into his frame as he listened to the question that followed.

I still like the safety of the trees. This forest is large. If it had a mountain to its back, I would think it might be perfect, Crowfeather answered him, looking fondly at the trees that surrounded the duo.

How was your time alone, Germanicus? Did you meet with Ruenna again?