Big Salmon Lake A walk in the skies

germanicus felt outside himself. compelled to heel these tendrils of chaos, he turned his focus to the fish. "thank you."

he hoped there would be nothing more said upon the matter.

"have you fished in rivers before?" the ranger asked softly, eyes upon the aquiline features of his protege. not that, so much. crowfeather was his own person, and the eagle felt as though they had touched a new surface.