Lost Creek Hollow procedo

Sometimes when I look at them, it’s like they aren’t real… 

Crowfeather stepped lightly until his feet drew him beside Germanicus. His eyes were thoughtful, transfixed by the pups. When he lifted his snout to the older man, the expression clung to his face. It took several breaths before he seemed to find his mind. 

You have been busy haven’t you? 

Busy with long scouting trips. Busy working his grizzled frame into a ranger. Germanicus wore it as well as any man could. The shadow wondered how heavy it must have been.