Haunted Wood Cicada night

Crowfeather felt tears swell in his eyes and he turned to blink them away.

Trust had been built between them. The dark wolf was touched by Germanicus’ words in a way he would never know how to express, how to thank him for.

Very well, then we will try again, the seer said with a nod to the ground. Strike higher, you said. Where are the key points I should aim my fangs? Where will my strike be most effective when I am the size I am? Crowfeather asked of him. He was filling himself with determination.