Whitebark Stream The river will be your eyes and ears.

germanicus was not so desperate as to fight for a place in célnes' band. good then, that she should chide her brother and offer a more respectful word to the soldier. in this at least she had earned him as a blade. he stepped to her side, opposite the man, and turned his gaze toward her magma-stare. "to where are we going?" 

she need only give him a destination, and germanicus would find a path for them. there were years of months in his training: tracking, trapping, and traipsing. the red-gray centurion bid himself in service to célnes that moment, and awaited her word for their direction.