Haunted Wood Cicada night

Crowfeather watched, but with each point that Germanicus made, the dark wolf became more and more intoxicated. Their closeness had been enough before, but this time, he was being bidden to gaze at the man’s body in search of attack points.

The seer could not view the handsome figure in that manner, no matter how he tried.

So, preparing himself mentally for another attack attempt, Crowfeather was shocked when the frame of the silver eagle graced his own. The dark wolf had not been prepared.

Crowfeather tumbled back, his belly shown clearly. The breath was pulled from his lungs as he looked up into the canary yellow gaze of the silver guard. Something inside of him ached. The shadow peered upward, breathless, swept away in the features of the man who stood over his nimble frame.