Sleepy Fox Hollow Time moves slow

germanicus felt his face heat beneath the silver fur. he wished to pretend that he did not know of what crowfeather spoke — that he did not know its meaning.

and yet he did, and yet it quickened his pulse as they walked along. the eagle found himself near longing for dawn.

germanicus paused. it would be easiest to tell the shadow that a regime and rites marked his enjoyable days.

"having someone in which to trust. even if it is only one person."