Sleepy Fox Hollow Sapling

Germanicus moved sharply, with precision that seemed dreamlike. The shadow watched with wide eyes, standing on shaky limbs while the goat bleated and struggled to flee from the hunting duo.

When the eagle had found his fangs at the base of the goat’s skull, Crowfeather circled to where the noisy animal’s throat was exposed. The goat reared with sharp hooves, forcing Crowfeather back until his hind leg fell from the edge of the rock shelf. Fear surged through his heart and pushed him forward.

Momentum carried the shadow. His teeth flashed quickly and he aimed a sharp bite for the goat’s neck.