Big Salmon Lake A walk in the skies

crowfeather was adaptable. it was a quality that germanicus envied. he had seen it only in the young and in those unharried by life.

it was a good deal of why he had kept his distance.

buoyed by the lighter tone in his companion's voice, germanicus approached, and stood watching the slice of fins through water.

"i must — entreat you. to forgive me for —" the tactician found irony in how suddenly he lost the end of his sentence. "i am not used to being slowed by anything. not even wounds. it give me the feeling of being chained, i fear."

he stepped forward to test the shallow water at the river's edge with careful steps.