Lion Head Mesa Within the garden gates

Akashingo was a place of pleasure, but Crowfeather still walked lightly through the caverns and halls until he had caught the scent of the silver eagle in the air. The shadow followed quietly until he had passed into where the soldier resided. In approach, the seer felt himself growing increasingly conscious of his own movements. He wondered if the soldier would be bothered to have a visitor in the late hours of the night, if he was resting.

As Crowfeather rounded the corner to find the older man, a breath escaped sharply from his lips.

Germanicus, the shadow whispered to the stoic figure. I have some news for you that seems- it seems important. The volume of his voice did not increase. Crowfeather stood tentatively in his place, staring into his companion’s chambers, eyes drifting curiously to the few items there. It was simple, just as he would expect.