Sleepy Fox Hollow Time moves slow

The dark wolf did not miss that warm sweep of the soldier’s face. Crowfeather wished he could have swum in it, only lived there in the stern lines of his face and the intelligence of his sunlight gaze.

Germanicus, the seer began, still picking at his fish with his teeth, can you tell me about when you were young? What was it like to train to be a soldier?

This felt to Crowfeather to be a large ask, but the shadow could not hold onto the little bits that Germanicus had given him. He longed to hear more of the foreign life that the older man had lived. When had he decided that he would carry the weight of his duty as a man and not a boy?

I think you can either fade it? Or we can just have them chat for a few posts until you get tired of it. <3