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Relief met the silvered man’s words. The dark wolf lowered his head with a breath of a sigh and nodded, grateful that the soldier had returned, eager to know when they could move on from that strange place.

Moonlight glittered from Germanicus’ damp coat. Crowfeather thought that he would have liked to see the rain, if it wasn’t too cold. He would have liked to venture from the quiet of the caverns and into open air, to free himself of the prison where he had been left to heal. The dark wolf wished only that he could offer a single glance to the eagle and they two would journey on, over the eastern mountains to whatever destination Germanicus had in mind.

I remember piecesss, he answered nervously. Ssmall conversssationss. I do not know- I do not know if they were real. I do not know what sssome of them mean.

Crowfeather placed his chin to his paws and sighed. His eyes did not leave Germanicus. He felt it had been so long since he had rested his gaze on the older man’s weathered features. It was a sip of the purest spring water after days of trekking through endless sun.

When can we leave?