Lion Head Mesa leviculus

germanicus regarded crowfeather for a moment. he had not thought the other a tactician. normally the eagle would not have taken to criticism of his plan without proper and detailed merit. 

but the shadow was not so common to him. he was silent a moment more, and then held crowfeather's eyes for one longer. "what plan of action would you make?" 

his voice was hushed. germanicus allowed himself the gratitude and guilt in waves, that he should be allowed close once more.