Haunted Wood plerusque

The shadow trailed after the silver body, finding comfort in the return to such a natural state. Germanicus’ response was precisely what Crowfeather would have expected. The dark wolf could not help but to smile at it, pleased further by the growing familiarity.

The red wolf did not like the water, I think.

Crowfeather frowned thoughtfully at this. He had been worried when the male hadn’t pursued the elk into the mud. The seer had not thought about it in the moment, but it had struck him as being odd after they had pulled the cow from the wet.


Did you notice that? Crowfeather looked to Germanicus.