Haunted Wood plerusque

I do not allow it to matter, he heard and felt his heart plunge from his chest. Crowfeather repeated these words in his mind until they hurt so deeply that he had no choice but to accept them. The seer could also take control. He could also make sure that his feelings did not matter, were never granted action.

Goodnight, Germanicus.

The shadow fixed his gaze on the glittering stars, and he breathed in the scents of the forest, of the older man next to him, and the blood that still mingled with both of their pelts. When such aromas had filled his mind, Crowfeather drifted to sleep.