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Germanicus agreed. Crowfeather looked at him, unblinking, as the soldier remarked that the seer would need to create a list of wolves who would suit their needs – warriors – and that they would need a spy. At once, the inky creature was shaken by impulse to volunteer himself. He thought it would look admirable to the silver eagle. It was not a good enough reason to sacrifice his life, however, so his tongue was held fast.

The man went on to say that he wished for them to spar.

Crowfeather shuffled his paws quietly before he nodded his head.

Yes, Germanicus. Anything you wish, his breath quaked.