Lost Creek Hollow meus

suppose it had been crowfeather who heard that ugly and brief tale of abject cruelty, rather than wren and akavir?

their hatred was warranted. had they connived to kill him in the mountains, the eagle did not believe he would have raised a hand to stop them.

still, he cradled the shadow with a soft sound budding in his throat; desperation, want.

some semblance of refusal, for in his cold light he saw how he might never speak of this again, might never rouse the shame of the proud woman who had borne crowfeather's children.

why should he sunder them all and then consider his departure?

"not to that place of all places," germanicus murmured firmly against the image of sin reaching once more to snare the star, sin he had written long ago.