Haunted Wood plerusque

Crowfeather did not pull his eyes from Germanicus.

The confession was one that he did not anticipate. The dark wolf had never even committed such an act, let alone have enough experience with it to form such a firm stance. How had the older male lived?

Oh…

What more could he say? It would have been crass to have asked if Germanicus was certain. It would have been even more crass to have spoken what was on the shadow’s mind.

You will not have to worry about it, then.

Crowfeather ripped his eyes from the older man and focused them on the stars.

Cruel, he thought only to himself.