Broken Antler Fen Farewell neverland

The woman looked between them carefully. She was a peculiar wolf, Crowfeather thought, but not at all unpleasant. Her nature seemed cheery enough. It did a wolf well to hold their guard when faced with an unknown entity, anyway.

Germanicus had remained silent. The dark seer wondered if he was making notes in his mind, things to review later. Crowfeather hoped that he had spoken on their behalf as well as he could.

Elk… that did sound like a feast. The dark wolf’s ears drew toward Teya at her mention of hunting with them. We would like that very much, Crowfeather offered in return. Uncertainty still swelled within him like a frightening wave.

If you would like, we can scout the forest for signs of a herd and call to you when we have found a suitable elk to hunt. this offer was made only so that he could hold onto the thought of keeping Germanicus to himself. That selfish little hope that he kept tucked in his heart.