Lion Head Mesa All the proud hours I hold are around you

"who's germanicus?" she could not remember hearing this name before. the name sounded strong. old. masculine. and he was someone of interest, for crowfeather to mention him first. she had seen the younger wolf falter. 

"where did he go?" tavina was relentless, and would remain so until the boy said in no uncertain terms that he would not speak of it. besides traveling and medicking, the woman collected stories. tales. but they were not for anyone but herself. it was tavina filling in the details of her world.

and what was east? did he mean to cross the mountains?