Haunted Wood The sun also rises

The collapse of the elk came with a great relief. Crowfeather released his hold on the beast’s throat and felt his jaw ache with the force he had maintained there. The dark wolf’s sides heaved with each labored breath.

Squelching his way out of the water and mud, bloodied by their successful kill, Crowfeather looked to the red wolf and smiled nervously. He was rather frightening up close, those intense yellow eyes bore into Crowfeather with an unknown tension.

We did it, the dark wolf spoke as though he was baffled by their success. When he looked to Germanicus, he could not keep the adoration from his eyes. What a feat, he thought and recalled the soldier’s strength.