Lost Creek Hollow procedo

Honey eyes closed as his head was pressed to the silver eagle’s. The curling of his lips betrayed his fluttering heart.

Crowfeather longed to travel with Germanicus again. Though his duties were with Riverclan, he felt the itch to follow the ranger, to take his place as the eagle’s shadow. It never mattered where they went, only that they were together.

The dark star breathed deep in the other man’s scent. He filled his limbs with it until they were light, tingling with his breathlessness. Crowfeather wished they could remain there forever.