Fairspell Meadow Something tells me

germanicus followed solemnly. he looked where crowfeather indicated, and nodded when the boy offered to take up their trail again.

there was regret in the eagle for what he had shared. a name here. a story there. but he had given too much of himself to be held by another.

"if this is another den of the saints, you will leave. we will regroup at lake rodney."

the eagle had promised lady ruenna a suitable report, and he would deliver that.