Haunted Wood Cicada night

Shame welled inside of him and swallowed his heart in sloshing water. The dark wolf rolled to his side and turned his back to the eagle with a cringe, a tightening of his teeth until he thought they might crack with the force of it.

I am tired. We can reach Brecheliant in the morning if we rest here.

The words were made wearily, straining not to allow his tears to choke them from his throat.

Just because Germanicus had accepted his earlier question, of wandering men finding love with other wandering men. It did not mean that the silver guard felt such things.

Crowfeather knew that he was a fool. The dark wolf had been told many times and knew that he would be told many times more.

The eagle maybe did not know what it was like to be as easily swayed by man and woman alike. Perhaps that was merely Crowfeather’s pitiful plea, a cry to be loved by any who could offer it. It was unfair to expect such things from a man like Germanicus.