Wapun Meadow amaritudo

shardik. it was a heavy name for a young man.

but young men did not stay boys forever.

germanicus examined the darkening skies. "i believe i have no choice but to throw myself onto your mercy, shardik." there was little humour there as he turned his gaze back toward the bearclaw marks which had been etched into the youthful flesh.

"how many days east is riverclan?" the roman inquired. he knew these lands well, having traveled from one corner of the teekons to the other. hollows and caverns and little fields populated the rising sun. which one was riverclan.

"i thank you for your offer. i will owe you a debt, you and your pack," germanicus added, alluding softly to the myriad scents which clung to the younger wolf's fur.