Lost Creek Hollow meus

The quick beat of his heart was pressed to Germanicus. His one hind leg pushed against the earth, pressing him closer. It was desperation in raw form. The burning of want that spread through his wooden figure like wildfire. 

Any place. 

A kiss was offered to the man’s jaw. Another beneath his eye. Crowfeather pressed close to the eagle. 

I only want to be with you. 

The stars had crafted Crowfeather to fill the dark space at Germanicus’ side. A shadow, tethered entirely to its body.