Sleepy Fox Hollow Sapling

It had been brought down, and Crowfeather watched with softly heaving sides as Germanicus moved the prey onto its side. The shadow’s heart still raced with the rush of the hunt. He was not certain whether he was thrilled by the dangerous terrain or if it had crippled his ability to be useful.

You were amazing, Crowfeather breathed thoughtlessly to the older man.

To prevent himself from speaking further, the dark wolf lunged toward their catch and began to tear away at it. Perhaps it had been the difficulty of the hunt, but the meat tasted better than anything he’d ever had.