Bramblepoint culpa

Yes, food was important in their soldier's march. The dark wolf nodded his head in agreement to Germanicus, steadying his expression and peering into the dense woodland. There was sure to be any number of delicious creatures within the forest, Crowfeather was certain. 

Please rest, Germanicus. I will feed us so that we can reach Brecheliant, the dark figure assured the older man. 

One last habitual glance to the silver male and Crowfeather prowled away into the underbrush. He melded with the shadows at once. The hunt became his focus alongside the image of the strong-faced warrior who waited behind for him. The very imagining of him had sent adrenaline coursing through the hunter's frame. 

Within the hour he had returned with a pheasant and a rabbit. The dark wolf placed them proudly at Germanicus' paws.