Fairspell Meadow Something tells me

germanicus did not like the way that crowfeather spoke now. he was ill-equipped to deal with such a flood of emotion. 

and all misplaced! he felt strongly, but the passion trembling in the shadow's voice set his own heart to pounding. "i do not intend to die, crowfeather," germanicus answered, more sharply than he meant. it was the thorny tones of a centurion, and for a moment he pierced the shadow through with the thrust of his eyes.

the eagle relented. "i only intend to have you out of harm's way. not to begin a war or die in one. i have left that world in another life."

the tears, the exquisite anguish upon the dark pointed face. germanicus found himself tormented again.