Whitebark Stream somnus

exhausted as he was, germanicus could not allow himself to sleep too deeply in a place so new. the boy's approach was not heard, but the brush of petals against his still feet brought the whitebark guard awake. alertness cutting through the fog that muddled his senses, he surveyed quickly the foliage around him, movement bringing his attention.

it rested upon a child, black-caped and retreating. one of the eight artyom had mentioned. germanicus folded his paws around the blossom, glancing at it before his gaze traveled back to the child. "what is your name?" old enough to gather plants even for play, the eaglebound saw the potential of a medical tactician, and waited quietly for the answer.