Lost Creek Hollow I'm no good at waiting

the shadow's golden eyes were veiled by the flickering darkness of his lashes.

germanicus did not let his own gaze linger on the riverclan wolf. to be so near was a balm. to be so near was disarming.

the long rein of control did not so easily lift.

"you have carried a great deal, crowfeather." at his own behest. "i would like you to set some of it down." the yellowpaint eyes held some still soft knowing in them, some understanding of the painful cost he had wrought from the shadow.