Haunted Wood I see you in my dreams

Beckoned to follow into the wood, Crowfeather traipsed after the silver eagle’s form. The swirl of his stomach did not ease, no amount of effort to draw his gaze from the older man was successful. Still, the dark wolf took joy in their journey together.

As they moved away from the resting place, Crowfeather sniffed at the aromas the forest offered.

All of the woods we have visited have been pleasant. A sweet smile was offered to Germanicus before Crowfeather pulled his eyes away, forcing the stone in his throat back down.