Lost Creek Hollow paratus

Half asleep and tangled in the older man’s limbs, Crowfeather did not fully capture his words. A shaky breath fell from his lips as he nuzzled into the crook of Germanicus neck. His eyes were heavy with sleep. 

So soon? he muttered in a groggy voice. 

Then, Silvertongue’s words returned to him. Crowfeather pulled his head back and looked into the sunlight yellow of the silver eagle’s gaze. 

Silvertongue says… you must face a trial. What happened?