Lion Head Mesa manzanita

It’s not that simple, the dark boy muttered.

The dreams aren’t… clear. I’m meant to decipher their meaning.

When Crowfeather thought of being more than a warrior, he could only think of the silver eagle. Germanicus was a bit of everything, he’d come to realize. The man was a diplomat, a leader, a hunter, a ranger, a warrior, and surely many other things that the shadow had not been witness to. Was it right to long for a man he hardly knew?

Belen’s touch surprised him. He recoiled sharply, ears flattening to his head. Crowfeather’s eyes were like saucers.

I’m- I’m- I- words choked in his throat.

S-Sorry.

He hurried to place another pebble at the end of the line.