Nocturne Summit Castle in the sky

this time the tactician took pity upon the younger wolf. germanicus hunted along the side of the stone where crowfeather's gaze directed. "here," he grunted, nudging at the spindled base of a single pine. when the branches parted, it was to reveal a low-slung entrance.

the place was not a true cave, more a deep depression set in the stone. the back was only jutting rock, and it would fit them tightly. but the crash of thunder and the cascade of rain to follow sent him to bustling crowfeather along.

he folded his long body into the hollow after, and was gripped with an anxiousness to suddenly be so close.

"this is how soldiers hide themselves before a battle," germanicus said. "heart to heart, so you might look into the face of the other, and know one of you will die."

daffodil-petal hue meeting the muted sun of the other's, so near. too near it would be, if the other was an enemy.