Fairspell Meadow novus

if he found the saint's words to be true, germanicus would not say. but he saw how moved crowfeather had become. he did not want further pressure on the young wolf. "i ask because i wonder now where this woman satsu leads you." into a trap? into another hungry throat? 

the eagle could not fight the harshness of his instincts. but neither could he deny the stricken nature of the shadow's countenance. "we do not need to speak more of what happened." his shoulders caught the light as he pushed forward, on, trotting toward the far edge of the meadow.