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Crowfeather felt his heart soar at the very thought.

How could he help Germanicus? The man was mighty all on his own. Though he did not believe that there was much he could do to offer the stalwart figure, Crowfeather still nodded his head fervently at what had been said. Anything he could do, he would.

Thank you, Germanicus, the shadow breathed and lowered his head to rest. The darkness of the cavern and the resting place overcame him. Before long, sleep carried him away to a world of dreams.