Haunted Wood plerusque

You are so amazing!<3 *o*

Crowfeather was bothered by Germanicus’ initial response. He did not understand it at the time, but there was a heavy blow of disbelief that had struck him. How could the silver eagle not understand that his presence alone made others easy, comforted? Perhaps he had never had someone express this to him.

Ready to combat the older man, Crowfeather opened his maw and immediately stopped the words from forming.

Did he remember asking Germanicus about children? Of course, he did. He had not so easily forgotten the idea of small silver guards racing about after their stoic father.

Yes, was all Crowfeather could utter, waiting to hear what the eagle would say next.