Lost Creek Hollow paratus

Crowfeather wore his concern plainly on his features.

It sounded complicated. He wondered if there were things that Germanicus hid from him. The silver eagle had always had a guarded nature. He only offered what he felt was necessary. Cracking through the rough exterior had been difficult. Even still, the dark star wondered if he was only seeing the parts of Germanicus that were offered.

Trouble has a way of finding you, doesn't it?

The dark figure touched his nose to the other man - a small kiss. It was not Germanicus fault. He did what he believed was right and Crowfeather could not fault him for doing his best. Some misfortunes needed to see an end.

How does Kvarsheim feel about it all? After all, it was the place where the silver eagle had pledged himself.