Lost Creek Hollow procedo

with this also did germanicus struggle.

they were not born to him and he had not been here for their birth.

the pups seemed fond of him as any other, but there was weight to such a title, and germanicus had failed it in four separate instances.

perhaps then it was decree of the natural order that he should stay away, even as his fondness grew.

"they will be like you, crowfeather," the roman assured, an earnest smile touching lips that curved into a smile in spite of all he was.

all he had done.

was he now even now a betrayer?

"what do you fear?" he asked against the silken ear.