Lost Creek Hollow procedo

… to you.

His breath caught in his throat. Crowfeather’s eyes closed, letting the words of the other man sink into his bones and then fill him to the brim with a sea of adoration.

Always a ranger, but that was not all that Germanicus was to Crowfeather. He wished that he had the words to assure him.

As long as you are happy. It was all that mattered.

When Germanicus spoke of the pups, the dark star shifted his weight and watched the duo play. Both carried dark hairs, though Stormpup had been splashed with heavenly white. It was difficult to think of them as his children.

I wonder- I think about what they will be like when they are grown.

Stormpup’s gaze shifted toward them, sharp and intense. Crowfeather saw his father’s eyes in the boy’s stare. It twisted his belly into a knot.