Haunted Wood Cicada night

The sea at the end of the world. The dark wolf considered it silently for a minute.

The quail that scurried past them, peeping the way that they did, drew the eye of the seer. Crowfeather realized he had not hunted for them but did not allow it to worry him. They could hunt in the morning when the sun had not yet fully risen over the mountain.

There are many birds in this forest. Hunting will be good in the morning.

Crowfeather smiled again, warm in his gaze toward the older man.