Haunted Wood plerusque

Yes, Crowfeather nodded his head in agreement. The crimson male had been a rather silent addition to their hunting party. He had swept in and out with just as many mysteries.

When Germanicus brought up the way that Teya had regarded the red male, Crowfeather felt his own cheeks prickling with heat.

For a moment, the dark wolf’s features transformed in a strange way. His smile spread before it faded, and he felt the familiar twist in his belly. When Crowfeather set his gaze back to Germanicus, his eyelids were heavy, and his breath was drawn tight.

Yes, I did notice. They seemed almost opposites, hmm? Drawn together somehow.