Fairspell Meadow Something tells me

The dark wolf breathed softly, as though he had been holding his breath for a long time. 

Germanicus did not wish to speak of these things. He requested a visit again to the topic after Akashingo. Crowfeather felt his teeth press tight against each other. 

Yes, of course. Duty first. 

The shadow set his sights back to their path, grateful to have even a small distraction.