Lion Head Mesa leviculus

Germanicus was to speak with Pharaoh, and he turned to leave.

‘… tell him he is wanted.’

Germanicus!

Crowfeather caught himself, horrified at what he nearly had asked the man to do. It was not the time to woo him, to lure him into a bed of pleasure that he wasn’t even certain he could perform. He felt foolish, standing there while the soldier needed to visit Pharaoh.

The seer shrunk slightly before he called after the eagle, I am glad you are back.

Crowfeather turned then to mull over their newfound plan and to consider wolves who would make acceptable warriors. All the while, he could not pull the gleam of yellow eyes from his mind. It warmed his belly like fat on the spit.