Haunted Wood The sun also rises

a herd of five soon stepped into view. none of the animals wore unhealed wounds, nor limped. the large ears cupped to hear danger, and the dark eyes searched the trees for those that followed.

germanicus felt more readied for a hunt than for another of crowfeather's long and expressive looks.

the hunt, the shedding of blood. these were things that he knew.

"i met a woman on one of the days we were apart. she is a fine hunter. i may call for her aid."

the voice of germanicus was hushed, goldflower eyes fixed upon the herd.