Lion Head Mesa Within the garden gates

The Saints became more frightening with each passing day, but Crowfeather did not feel as though he would quit. Everyone else was preparing for the war, even Satsu was doing what she could to aid the efforts of those around her.

When Germanicus spoke so plainly, the shadow snapped to him.

No! I- I never said that, Crowfeather spoke sharply to him. The seer’s tall ears fell to his head.

I am- I am only nervous. It’s alright to be nervous, we are planning for w- war… Wasn’t it? It would have been far more concerning if the shadow had not felt anything for the impending clash. Crowfeather searched Germanicus’ face, trying to understand what he was thinking, if he felt anything for the efforts they had made.