Haunted Wood Cicada night

"yes. and i look forward to knowing what sort of wolves live in brecheliant."

crowfeather's eyes were welcoming once more, and germanicus turned back to their softness. "have you sparred before?" the eagle asked quietly.

was it for education or for himself that he felt compelled to put the shadow through these paces?

germanicus did not know, and so did not dwell upon it.