Haunted Wood I see you in my dreams

Crowfeather nodded his head sharply and smiled a swift smile at the silver eagle.

If Germanicus wished to make his journey east before settling on any decisions, the dark seer would not be opposed. There felt to be times that he merely wished to know what the older man was thinking about and whether he might share those thoughts.

Sniffing at the marks on the forest floor, Crowfeather searched for signs of herds having visited there. He was far worse at hunting large prey, having only ever experienced that feat when he had been in the Starsea.

Tracks but they seem old. Would Germanicus find something better?