Lost Creek Hollow inflexus

The voice that called had drawn Crowfeather out of the cave of stars.

Once his paws had reached the mouth of the sacred place, he was breathless. His honeygold eyes searched the trees in hopes that the eagle would forgo the formalities. The shadow had no intention of keeping Germanicus from Riverclan. Even if he wished to become a ranger, to roam, to be gone and working. The hollow’s warmth and life would welcome him back.

It felt like seconds between the cave of stars and the edge of the clan. Crowfeather did not stop until he saw the glimmering yellow of the man’s eyes.

You’re back, he uttered. How-

Crowfeather wished to ask him how it had gone. He worried that it would be too much. The shadow could never imagine the strength it must have taken for Germanicus to do what he had done.