Redsand Canyon temptatio

the ground seemed to tip sickeningly. 

that had all been tied in crowfeather.

and that was never a confession he could make.

the man grunted beneath his breath, searching for an out. searching for an extra moment.

"i have never been in a place that i felt was home. that sense has always seemed tied to my responsibilities."

germanicus felt as though he were failing fennec in that moment. he did not care for the rare glissade of helplessness which gripped him now. 

"when i slept beneath different stars each night, i felt closer to the world." but nomadic life had not sated him either. flat land. open land. the forest was beautiful but veiled the night.

were they coming apart?

"i do not know what it means to do more than endlessly fight and patrol and guard, fennec. i have never thought of more."