Lost Creek Hollow procedo

Crowfeather did not know why Germanicus would miss him, but the feeling echoed in his heart.

It is- It is hard.

The dark figure lifted his face and looked at the handsome features of the silver eagle. A smile crept along the dark line of his mouth. The edges of his honey warm eyes crinkled. He thought he could gaze into Germanicus’ face for the rest of his life. He thought that if it was the last thing he saw, he would die happily.

I think about you all the time when you are gone. What you might be doing. Where your legs might carry you. How you are faring…

Even when they were twined together, wrapped in each other’s arms, Crowfeather found that his mind was trained perfectly to the stalwart man.

I would like to go with you. Maybe- Maybe just once. He missed the ground they had traveled together.