Haunted Wood Cicada night

The dark figure felt he already knew as much about his body as he would ever learn, but he did not want to express his doubts so early on in this session. Germanicus was trying to teach him, despite his numerous downfalls. It was only right that the dark wolf should try.

Watching closely, Crowfeather tiptoed after the silver guard and followed each move he made with a sharp eye.

Germanicus was confident, loose, and frighteningly handsome in the pale light of the stars. The seer did not know if he wished to attack him or…

Crowfeather nodded once and shrunk his body as well as he could, protecting his neck with a stance he had learned out of necessity. It was clear he did not know what he was doing.

Prowling in a half-circle, Crowfeather waited until he had positioned himself well enough and darted toward Germanicus with teeth aimed for his legs.