Lake Rodney Sugar in the creek

The woman said that her stomach ached and Crowfeather blinked foolishly in response.

This was a cue to pull their conversation to a close. The dark wolf nodded his head, bowing slightly. It had been nice to speak of home to someone, he wanted to tell her. Something in him said that it would look rightfully pathetic if he tried.

When the Sovereign had disappeared, Crowfeather realized he could have told her to try mint for her stomach. Cursing himself silently, the dark figure aimed his sights for the bramble forest and began to make his course back to Germanicus.