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When Germanicus spoke, it was to deliver his report.

Crowfeather did not know what he had expected or why his mind had constructed a million different ways their reunion could have played. It was not like he could be disappointed. After all, it was the shadow who had built their relationship into more than it was. Germanicus was not to be held accountable for that.

Wh- what does this mean? For us…

The word us cracked in the back of his throat. Crowfeather wondered if Germanicus still had no regrets. The dark wolf wondered if their time apart had granted the silver eagle a new sense of resolve.