Lion Head Mesa Within the garden gates

just as germanicus was considering the fact he must lie down and find sleep, he heard light pawsteps outside the doorway.

he knew it was crowfeather before the boy spoke in a hushed voice. the familiarity of the other's gait had grown in these last months. "yes, of course," he murmured in answer.

he wanted to straighten the pelts and kick the grass back into some semblance of being organized. but the eagle did nothing. he settled himself beside the severe details of his bed and waited for crowfeather to enter.

"what have you learned?" in this small space, cut off from the cries and gasps of akashingo, germanicus was seized by the powerful memory of their earlier talk.