Whitebark Stream The river will be your eyes and ears.

célnes spoke, and for once germanicus listened, fully and openly. there was nothing here for him. he would not follow artyom, not while ico remained in the nearby valley. his skills were best put to use by more rigorous work. for a moment, the centurion contemplated how he had once told the boy of his boredom. had the river-god volturnus heard him?

no time to answer, for the tall man who célnes called sibling stepped toward them, handsome features scanning over germanicus with a dismissal. it rankled the greystone deeply, but he only cut his eyes toward the elk-woman. "i follow you, not your witless brother." he would be beholden to none of this odd smokewood family, save for the she-wolf herself.