Fairspell Meadow novus

The guard’s spoken thought was a worrisome one for the shadow. Perhaps it was something that he lacked, a desire to fight. Crowfeather could not comprehend seeking war to the point that he would enact it on any who crossed him. The dark wolf did not like to imagine he had ever met a wolf that perverse.

What should we do until we can gather details? Should we scout out and try to find those who can provide information?

Crowfeather felt bursting with questions. The thoughts whisked about in his mind like leaves in the wind. The dark young wolf almost could not keep track of them. Gazing at Germanicus' face, Crowfeather wondered if he was becoming a nuisance.