Stone Circle Rage and Grief beset

germanicus did not think he had been to the heart of the stone circle before.

quietly he followed, though his tactician's mind recorded each detail of the territory as it pertained to protection. or invasion. but he was no longer that man.

indeed, in the next seconds, as he set down his burden and turned toward the crumpled boy on the ground, germanicus would find that his entire world narrowed to a single point under which he only saw aquillius.

"fuck," came the rare hiss, and the roman pushed forward and held a shaking paw above his son's shoulder. "fuck!" he shouted, and in complete opposite of his abilities to be reined, germanicus threw aside the bag of herbal supplies, unthinking in rage and anger and grief and self-hatred.

he sank down in silence, not daring to breathe hardly. "he is my son. save him."