The Sunspire The sound of their tongues being bitten is all I hear.

the boy snapped for his ankle and swung upward in a punch that blistered the air.

germanicus felt compromised by long days and sleepless nights. the other's blow bruised his jawline. the eagle whirled away and cut down. he meant to use the larger wolf's impetus against him.

the only thought in his mind now was to see crowfeather once more. to know that he lived.