Lion Head Mesa Within the garden gates

The sun had long since faded and stars glittered overhead in its place. A sea of dark navy and black stretched into the distance and beyond that, into infinity. Beneath the sparkle of starlight there trotted a sleek black figure, a lean shadow on hurried pawsteps. Just ahead of him was the entrance to the caverns where he hoped he might find @Germanicus. Crowfeather had searched the borders before venturing there. He had hoped that he might find the older man somewhere that they could speak privately.

It did not matter, the concept of comfort. Crowfeather believed that he had valuable information to share with the silver eagle. He had spoken to a wild-eyed wolf, a man who was from a group called Ursus, and they did not have the same steadfast patience that Germanicus had displayed.

Ember eyes searched the darkness of the caverns, sniffing for the familiar scent of the soldier.