Lion Head Mesa Covered in gold, forgetting my skin

the cry pierced him.

germanicus had been dozing on the floor alongside crowfeather's bed. these chambers had once belonged to him and now they did not at all.

the shadow woke and the stench of pain pooled horribly into the air. "i am here," the eagle whispered hoarsely, jumping up and moving at once into the line of the ranger's vision.

the paintgold eyes were filled with anguish. germanicus wished he could siphon the agony into his own flesh. "lie still."