Sleepy Fox Hollow Sapling

For once, the dark wolf did not argue. He had filled his belly with good food and had climbed the mountain in pursuit of wild goat. There was satisfaction in the dark shape of his body. Crowfeather was content.

As he found a place that felt secure enough, the shadow moved to arrange himself in a comfortable position and rested his muzzle on his paws. The lantern glow of his eyes fell on Germanicus naturally, following the familiar lines of the man’s muzzle and the bright sheen of his yellow eyes. Even tinged in the blood of their prey, the silver eagle was a handsome shape.

I think I might like mountains, at least more than I had before, Crowfeather spoke conversationally, yawning at the end of his words.