Lost Creek Hollow I'm no good at waiting

mwah!

the unreality of this all remained with germanicus.

he kept himself grounded in the physical; touch, taste, sound, sight.

and in all these senses was crowfeather lovely to him,

germanicus looked with a small reluctance toward the bear, moving instinctively before crowfeather. he set his body there a moment, then relaxed when the bruin made its departure.

the way the star had cried out had felt boyish almost, reminiscent of their time in the ranging.

"what do you enjoy about them?"