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The dark wolf had not anticipated that Germanicus would heed his words. So, when the silver eagle regarded him, Crowfeather gawked. Had he struck his handsome head in the time he had been away? Was the older man confused? It was not really the place of a runaway yearling to state what they should do to prepare for war, he realized quickly enough.

Nevertheless, Crowfeather did not wish to disappoint his companion.

Akashingo needs warriors. The borders should be touched each hour, fresh scents, different scents, so that if the Saints sneak near to it, they will think our numbers are large and our guards are diligent. Crowfeather felt himself burning with uncertainty, with the weight of sharing such things with Germanicus, who knew war and the art of preparation.

We need warriors, or- or- or a trick, something like poison in the meat of a gift. A spy who can relay their plans to us. His voice faded to nothing as he realized just how childish these last two suggestions sounded.