Lost Creek Hollow procedo

They will be like you, Crowfeather.

The husk to his breath caused goosebumps to erupt along the shadow’s flesh. Fear rushed through his lean limbs and gathered like a lump in the back of his throat. Germanicus was good to him. Germanicus was the light of the moon and the stars, and he glimmered within Crowfeather’s heart with such brightness.

The question that the silver eagle asked was challenging to answer.

The dark star shifted uneasily. His honey warm eyes searched until they had found the bright yellow of the older man’s stare.

That they will be like me, he confessed in a whisper.