Redsand Canyon viriliter

germanicus entered the small, herb-perfumed space that now was overlaid with the weeks that crowfeather had lived here.

every inch of air was filled by the shadow.

he set the rabbit down, taking a moment to compose himself as his back was turned. "they are growing. learning." did he want to speak of them? the pride he felt in his children was not abated, but he felt odd uttering these words.

at last he settled to face crowfeather. the younger man's face was drawn. his eyes were filled with a thousand things. he had always worn his emotions so openly. "how are you healing?" germanicus asked at last.