Lost Creek Hollow But this is exhausting, this love

The shadow’s ears fell to his head, concerned.

I will bring you some mint. It might help ease your stomach.

Crowfeather didn’t like to hear that she was bothered with illness. He worried. Silvertongue had not looked happy in knowing that Germanicus had come to their home. She had been more withdrawn. Or he was allowing himself to heighten his paranoias.

When she asked about him, the three-legged wolf breathed out a long breath.

He- He said a lot of things. That wasn’t enough, he knew this. He knew that he could not leave her wondering. Crowfeather didn’t know how to tell her. He still didn’t feel like it had been real.

He’s leaving Mereo. I- I believe that means he- he is leaving his wife, as well. To do something he feels he must do, something in his heart.

Crowfeather did not mean their reunion. Germanicus had said that he would become a ranger. The dark Star had never seen him more at peace than when they had hiked across the wild land, each place different from the last. With a place he could return to, a place that would allow him to call it home even in long nights away, how could his heart not growth with hope? The silver eagle would fly wherever his legs could carry him and he would always have love when he returned.

Or perhaps this was what Crowfeather wished for. They had not spoken in depth about those plans. They had not spoken in depth about much of it.