Haunted Wood Cicada night

At the mention of eagles, of their tie to his home, of their significance to the man across from him, Crowfeather’s smile flickered momentarily.

The dream images of the silver eagle flooded through his mind. The bird fighting the snake, being chased by a shadow with fangs, swimming over the ocean while Crowfeather turned to foam. The dreams had not increased in severity, but the dark wolf felt as though there were signs there.

Was he not a fool to ignore them? What if something happened to Germanicus?

Is there anywhere you have traveled that you find yourself missing? he wished to know, hushed in volume.