Lost Creek Hollow procedo

The tears that clouded the shadow’s eyes were not crafted by his sadness, but instead had been built from the overwhelming love that was shared. 

Oh, how Germanicus’ wives must have missed him. Crowfeather could not imagine that they could continue their lives without the same ache that he had felt in their time apart. How it did not consume them, he would never know. 

The dark figure buried his snout into the chest of his beloved. He breathed in the scent of Germanicus and held it fast in his lungs. The gentle beat of the older man’s heart was a calming music. 

Perhaps they will take the best parts… from both of us, he said. For Germanicus was not a ship in the night. He was Crowfeather’s world. And he hoped that his children would grow to love the silver eagle.