Fairspell Meadow novus

Crowfeather felt fear bubble within him. He looked to Germanicus as his question was left unanswered. The dark wolf feared that he had said something to irritate the older man. In truth, Crowfeather did not wish to give the eagle another reason to doubt his ability to keep up.

Well- they didn’t do anything, the seer clarified, his voice high. But one of them said that he could claim me. He said- the words stuck in the back of his throat. Crowfeather didn’t wish to say this out loud.

He called me beautiful in a way that I did not like. Like a prize to be had. Shame burned in his throat.