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It was good that Satsu and her partner had found a place that they both liked, even if it had taken her a short while to grow into it. The dark young shape did not know much about the founding of clans, but he did imagine that it was a vital piece for leadership to see eye to eye on those matters.

Germanicus had remained silent. This left Crowfeather with a worried lump in the back of his throat, one he could not swallow down. The older man was surely brimming with thoughts. The watchful scouring of his yellow gaze rarely missed things.

So transfixed by the muteness of the silver eagle, Crowfeather almost had not noticed the man they approached. When his gaze fell on the familiar shape, the worried lump in his throat felt as though it was strangling him.

Crowfeather knew him. That was the wolf who had called him pretty, had looked at him like some prize to be had. Now, though, he did not seem interested at all. The shadow shrunk in size, stepping until he felt he was no longer within direct view. It all felt like a trap. The seer did not wish to be near the sweet-tongued male, nor did he wish to have those lapis eyes upon him again.