Fairspell Meadow Something tells me

Crowfeather did not understand how things had gotten so complicated. It had been less than a year since he had been in the Starsea and he had believed that nothing could have been more frightening than that place, or his father.

Germanicus, I will fight anyway. I will. You are the best soldier. You will show me, teach me. I am a willing apprentice.

More bargains, he was sure that would simply become tiresome on the older man. Crowfeather would not cease his pleading until Germanicus had heard it all, all that could be offered.

Now he wished to know of Mothwing. Crowfeather shifted uncomfortably. The dark of his paws nearly scuffed at the dirt in surprise. Why would Germanicus wish to know of her? The dark wolf felt confused.

Mothwing was clever and fearless. Funny when she wanted to be. She was deaf, but she never acted it. She taught me everything I know about herbs, the dark young wolf spoke tiredly. But she is dead, Germanicus. It does not matter how she was or is. Mothwing is gone. I am here with you now.


I will not leave, he wanted to remind the older man.