Broken Antler Fen Farewell neverland

germanicus kept pace with crowfeather. he had tried to keep the night's events from his mind. yet in all the moments since, he had remembered the shadow beneath him, and germanicus on the very verge of breaking.

brecheliant was a wet place, with squelching mud and waterbirds arching above bent willow trees. it was ugly to the former centurion, and so his curiosity was sharpened.

without a word, the man tilted back his crown and called for this swamp's leadership.