Lost Creek Hollow inflexus

was this flirtation? it warmed his face and roiled in his gut as nothing else had done before.

gone was consternation or unsurety from crowfeather. each step, each word, each smile; all these things proclaimed his ease, and germanicus felt blessed that he could witness such with his own gaze.

now he applied himself to the task and watched for shapes beneath the ice-streaked face of the waters.