Foggy Bottom Way inferne

Cameo to establish he’s nearby

Like lightning follows thunder and the moon follows the sun, Aquillius followed Germanicus.

He had wrapped himself in shadows, silent sentinel of the night. He didn’t speak to anyone, he didn’t seek out any of the few wolves he knew. It was a cult like fanaticism that drove him to follow his father, remembering the time he spent without.

He slid cold across the bog that separated them, silent, only lifting an ear to hear his voice rise above the way. It tugged at him, and his voice rose high too, joining his father’s song.