Fairspell Meadow novus

When Germanicus spoke, Crowfeather felt his cheeks burn hot. The lantern gold in his eyes drifted to his paws, a sheepish little expression. He had not anticipated the assurance from the older man. Those words filled his chest with a warm delightful energy that flooded down to his limbs. The dark wolf wagged his tail with a grateful glance to Germanicus’ silvered muzzle.

Satsu would lead them to Akashingo and when they arrived, she offered them rest. Crowfeather breathed a sigh of relief. They had found Satsu and were one step closer to discovering more about Akashingo and the Saints. Fate had been kind, Crowfeather realized as he trailed after the young woman. The dark wolf only hoped that it would carry on.


Thank you, Satsu.