Haunted Wood Cicada night

germanicus was gripped with the sudden urge to run to the river, to feel the coldness of it washing from him his lack of control. crowfeather had changed in some way. the energies between them had shifted yet again.

"yes."

thankful for a reason to look away, lest the shadow see the visceral churn of his sungilt eyes, germanicus hunted for a softer place and folded limbs into it. exhaustion haunted him. but he looked to crowfeather, inviting the boy close in their usual resting if he wished.

how he would still himself through their slumber, the eagle did not know.