Haunted Wood Cicada night

Yes, Germanicus…

It was not a matter of if, for Crowfeather had already decided that he would not part from the older man. The dark wolf had taken his words to mean something different. Each if became when, each uncertainty was made strong.

I’ve been thinking of what they would call you in the Starsea, Crowfeather remarked carefully. It was something that had crept into his mind each time he had been sent off on his own. Usually they name wolves from their appearance and their demeanor.

The searching of his eyes found their mark.

The strongest are not given a simplified name. To speak anything other than their true name is considered a great disrespect.

I believe they would call you Peak Where Eagles Soar.

Crowfeather’s breath felt thin and he rested his head on his paws, looking to the stars.