Fairspell Meadow novus

the shadow's voice hit a note of crystal in the retelling. germanicus felt his own jaw tense. "the hunt is what drives beasts." his tones were gravel under a hard foot. 

for crowfeather's sake, germanicus softened, letting the anger ebb away in a controlled manner. "why did you not tell me this before?" it did not sound as though it had been a proposition. but it was a threat..

germanicus attempted to find a more centered footing on the matter in the silence that followed.