Sleepy Fox Hollow Sapling

Swift as could be, Crowfeather seemed to fly over the ground on willowy legs. The dark shape of him was like a racing shade, as though running were the only thing he had ever been made to do.

Germanicus sped up, drawing further ahead of the dark wolf. Crowfeather watched him for several seconds, trained on the movements in the older man’s back. He did not know how to say it aloud, but the shadow thought that Germanicus was beautiful. From the careful search of his yellow eyes to his sense of duty.

Crowfeather too increased his speed.