Sleepy Fox Hollow Time moves slow

Germanicus’ gaze found Crowfeather’s.

What had his most recent dream said to him?

The dark wolf gawked softly; his mouth parted into a small circular shape. Even as a young boy, he had struggled with interpreting his dreams. Crowfeather had once believed that he had seen a vision of Mothwing’s death before it had ever reached her, but he had mistaken the signs for something else.

I dream of a silver bird and a shadow.

Crowfeather breathed deeply, filling his narrow frame with air.

I dream of danger.