Big Salmon Lake A walk in the skies

A monosyllabic response met the large ears of the slight boy. Crowfeather did not take this as a bad sign, but he did wonder what Germanicus was thinking about. The stoic countenance upon the older man's face was unreadable and had been for several hours of travel. 

The seer glanced at the man's web-covered wound. Some of it had broken free from his pelt and the flowers had dried up to fall away. It would need tending again after they found another place to pause their trek. Mental notes were made for more flowers and twice the amount of webbing so that they could push through to Brecheliant. 

Look, Germanicus, the shadow exclaimed with a trot toward the water, fish!