Hideaway Strath sapientia

"more of you, or of this place?" germanicus tossed back, abandoning his roam to approach crowfeather. he did not know by what art the boy had gotten him to speak so much. maybe it was only regret for having agreed to bring a companion.

regret that he could not change himself from a soldier, nor an instructor. 

crowfeather's eyes were twin dots of gold paint against a dark canvas of distress.

"i do not mean to say not to experience yourself. only do it without your face shifting. it will save you one day."

he returned to his trail through the strath. "tell me what else you know of this rabble and their woodland."