Haunted Wood Cicada night

Wait! Please- I’m sorry.

The dark wolf rushed forward, tail stiff. Crowfeather had not been sure what he had done, but Germanicus had opted to cease the sparring lesson. There was no enjoyment in it, he had stated clearly.

I only-

The words felt difficult, but he did not wish for Germanicus to think that the moment had been spoiled.

I only do not wish to hurt you. How-

The stone in his throat had increased in size and Crowfeather did not feel as though he could swallow it down. The lantern yellow of his eyes drifted toward the older man and hovered there.

How could I be a competent sparring partner if my heart could not bear to strike you, Germanicus?