Lost Creek Hollow and as I set to face it, I'm unsure should I embrace it, should I run?

The boy nodded his head. A soldier, then. That would explain the similarity.

Until Doedapple appeared and spoke a name.

Aquillius?

Crowfeather’s body tightened until he could feel the muscles in his neck and back screaming for release. The breath caught in his throat. Fear struck his honey eyes. He had heard the name before. Germanicus had spoken it only a few days prior – his son.

The dark star did not know what to say. He watched the woman and the boy share a moment with each other. Watched as Doedapple came to the young man’s aid, seeking where he might need help.

Germanicus’ son.