Bramblepoint culpa

crowfeather departed. germanicus tried to ignore the look that he had been given.

he lay back again against the floor of the tangled forest. there came a count to the eagle, of all the ways in which he had made their bond improper.

he was instructor. crowfeather was his pupil. and he was the age of a man, while he was not certain the shadow had so much as been alone with a maiden.

the ranger's brow furrowed.

he was left alone with his tumultuous thoughts until the lissome celes came back to where he waited. "the hunter returns triumphant once more." 

the smell of blood once more rising in the air.