Sleepy Fox Hollow Time moves slow

Crowfeather dreamed in that sleep.

When he awoke, it was to the rough baritone of the silver guard, ushering him to wake and hunt where they had not rested. The dark seer felt his chest thrum and breathed quickly.

Rising to his long legs, Crowfeather tried to blink the sleep from his eyes. He set to a steady trail after Germanicus. The premise if a stream that had adequate seclusion was fuel enough, but the dark wolf’s stomach rumbled with hunger.

Did you find any wolf scent while you scouted?