Sleepy Fox Hollow Sapling

Crowfeather grinned, a breath of a laugh exhaled once through his mouth. The wings beat against his stomach.

Germanicus proposed that they race to the ledge. Before the dark wolf could even spot the mark, the silver guard had jetted forward on swift paws. Crowfeather was elated. Quick, giddy, the shadow raced after its rightful place at the older man’s side.

The ground beneath his paws did not feel so rough.