Big Salmon Lake A walk in the skies

the trees, repeated twice. germanicus looked in the direction of the odd woodland and nodded. "will you medic me there, when we have arrived?" he asked, using an old bit of sentry-slang. crowfeather would not recognize its origin, but germanicus only wanted to see the watercolor dazzle of reaction in the celes' gaze once more.

"lead on," he murmured, jerking his muzzle for the shadow to go on. he would need to rest, and to eat; their path had been hurried by the cat, and his healing as well.

it was the way of those who walked the world alone.

or perhaps in twos.